Once upon a time there was a man
who built his own house in the woods.
He worked on it every day, from dawn
till he could no longer tell his
screws and nails from the grey evening.
One morning a ladder fell and left
him stuck up on the roof, with no help
to hope for. The woods were wide
and empty and loveless. He looked down
at the little tree that grew in the garden
and knew that eventually it would be tall enough
to climb down. So he waited most of his
life, drinking rainwater and trapping squirrels,
and it really was not so different at all
from what he had first dreamed of.
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