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I have to pull up a small brick patio to make way for the new cellar hatchway, and so decided to use about half of the bricks to make a new path to the bottom of the garden where the faeries live. This afternoon I finished it, and wonder why I didn't do this long ago. I am glad I saved that mound of stone dust over by the compost pile because it was just the thing for this job.
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