Gleanings from a builders skip

Every day the builders heap debris into the skip outside my house, and every evening I rescue items which are just calling for reuse.

My fear is that at the end of the building work the builders discover my secret hoard and discard it by mistake.

In this piece I am testing a powerful phrase which I will use in my forthcoming "solitary and confined" series.

I'm sure it will find a place in my garden sometime.

 

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