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On the way back from church today, I saw a yellow house. Calling it a yellow house might mislead you. The truth is it was a yellow house with sun shining around it, and clouds smeared above it. The clouds were so high and thin that they sharpened the blue. There was also wind, which is important because the lawn had gone wild and was all restless. A tree in the front yard was restless too, and leaves were scattering from it one by one. In the driveway an old man and and old woman were sitting in lawn chairs. They were watching traffic and you could telling even from the car that they were laughing and talking. They both had white hair, mussed up in the wind. That's what kind of house I mean. It was sitting in all this, and was bright yellow.