Behind the Yellow Wall
He stares at the wall silently as he sits in a darkened kitchen room. Where the wooden table smells of musk, and a vase of red roses sits on top. He sits as if waiting for someone alone in silence. A man grown old, in this house colored yellow; that sits on a hill top, filled with green grass, that covers the land.
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