19 PT 2 ---LOST IN THE GARDEN
I awoke in a place of familiarity. Something that happened to me years ago. I was standing in a garden that never ended. Remembering this garden, I began to walk. I was determined to leave, at all cost. I must’ve walked for hours. My feet were sore, so I sat on the soft grass.
I have a way to go and at every corner of the hedge, there is a new beginning. I started to remember…So I rose and walked out of the garden to the house of my dear Uncle Nave.
I came to visit my Uncle Nave at his brilliant residence, Hobart Manor. When I arrived, the four story mansion was empty. No servants, no Uncle Nave.
I wandered through the place, finding doors open and attics locked. The furniture had all been stacked upon each other as if they towers or ladders. Windows in
