A random American off the street couldn't tell the difference.
The intergrown foliage atop a xylosma hedge appears to be delicately balanced on long wooden fingers.
The water of low ground drains off.
The Nations, over-aw’d, surcease the Fight, Immoveable their Bodies, fix’d their Sight:
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