Here, have a look at the labyrinth’s ferns:
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This is when I know there’s no turning back. If I were of a crude nature, I’d call it some kind of feeling of inevitability that one encounters every now and then.
The labyrinth itself needs to be mowed and the paving stones trimmed, but that’s the kind of thing I can do later.