ok, so i got it all wrong. i didn't get the specifics of today's theme, so obviously, i didn't climb our highest mountain to get a good cityscape shot. instead, i thought i'd do the very first corner view theme, as i missed out on that one. so this is what my corner looks like.
i open the door, and this is what i see.
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i step outside.
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i climb the stairs, and am greeted by the number one enemy of our country's flora (and agriculture); the iberia forest slug (brown slug, killer slug). not native, and therefore, no natural enemies. they're everywhere, and they eat everything.
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further up the stairs, a more pleasant greeting.
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and right across the narrow street - our sweet neighbour's house. which, admittedly, i would rather live in. (shh - don't tell my house. she's old and fragile i might just collapse (literally!) under the weight of such unfriendly utterings.)
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i turn to my old and worn house, walk back down the stairs.
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(that's a pretty weird shot, isn't it? if you didn't know there was a door, i mean.)
ah, yes. if you want to see how my city looks like from a mountain top (not the highest, though), go
here.