If you look at this stone wall, a particular way, it has secrets to tell. The way it was built, the angles of thestone, the spaces in the middle, the way the moss grew, the sticks blown into crevices. Somebody piles these stones, they marked boundaries, kept in animals, kept out people and intruders, marked clearings, occupied families, gave work to laborers and immigrants. And they last. This  one is about 200 years old. From what I can see, it hasn’t lost a single stone. Only the animals in the woods really got to know these walls I think, and they must have witnessed so many things.