I'm trying to write a few hundred words every night. Here's a bit:
It was a city of trees. Short crabapple trees were in a riot of spring blossom. Tall wych elms brushed against eaves, and alder, birch, spruce, and pine lined the streets or peeked over shops from back alleys. The buildings and houses were browns, grays and greens, blending together
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