ColinJQuigley

The Garden By Colin Quigley  In the garden, there was mostly silence. But, sitting under a large oak, there was also a man. It is hard to call him a man, just as it is hard to call his place a garden. You see, this man had something missing inside him, and so did the garden. The garden was (and is) very large. Along its border, there is a very large and luxurious manor, but it pales in both size and luxury when compared to the garden's size and it former grandeur. If you explored it from sunrise to sundown, you would not see the half of it, and would very likely have a hard time finding your way back. Once this garden was well cared for;