In the middle of an unkepted hedge is a unused gate with two pillars either side.
No footprints in the snow, no one shovels, no path leads to the old Victoria house it is in front of.
The wrought iron grill, hinges and lock are all rusted stains run down the concrete mortar and brick.
A gate from long ago from nowhere to nowhere but its strength and beauty still stand now.
from the wilds of Bedford
$200 plus s/h or
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