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A little bit of cardboard, some glitter, a few hours of boredom... A putz is built. Once finished, the little house looks forlorn in its snowy field surrounded by its picket fence. As in real life, a house without a garden is like a body without a soul. So here comes a bit of dried-up moss... still something is missing... trees! Two snippets from my beloved cryptomeria japonica that died this summer due to the merciless drought. Now the wee inhabitants of this chalet can smile and I'm sure there will be smoke coming out of the chimney as soon as they settle down in their new abode. Good night.
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