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There was a huge yard, and in it several stands of trees and a small pond.
There was a huge yard, and in it several stands of trees and a small pond.
The exterior, painted in three shades of green, had faded handsomely in the sun and wind and rain to blend in perfectly with the surrounding countryside.
Nothing very spacious, mind you, but the sturdy post timbers and quality lumber chosen for each part gave the house a comfortably solid look.
The house she moved into was a two-story Western-style villa built sometime around the Korean War.
Not even a dog anywhere, Naoko had said.
The place really was like that.
And there were those cheap tin signs advertising tissue paper or soap nailed on barn walls that faced the tracks.
Most farmhouses had persimmon trees planted in the yard, and weather-beaten old barns standing to one side–or rather, tottering and ready to fall apart.
A handful of farmhouses with a few fields, a stream full of crayfish, a one-track local railroad, barely a yawn of a train station, that was it.
It was a peaceful green valley at the time, not a single thing to claim your attention.
The year Ricky Nelson sang “Hello Mary Lou.”
Naoko had moved to the area when she was twelve.
So let me tell you something about this well.