Junkyard Quote Post Four Week Three

In this garden, a secret I convince myself since it's atop a hill in the great beyond of Gubbio, there is a villa. This villa, the color of a Fanny May mint green patty before they went under, has shades with flitting birds and leaves from an oak tree. There are no oak trees in this garden.
When we first walked in front of the great wooden doors, I saw a brush of golden brown hair shut behind a shade. This villa is home to Emanuella, a nineteen year old Eugubina who paces her door every day from nine to six waiting for Luca to return from the shop on Via Garibaldi, where they sell dried sausage and hard cheeses hanging from the ceiling. She makes ravioli with truffles from the garden for dinner and their pit bull Giovanni eats the scraps that falls off the table. Emanuella died in 1902 in the storm that knocked down the tree in the backyard and caused the avalanche in the hole down by the temple. A fountain turns on once a year to commemorate her death and out in front of the clock tower that stopped keeping time in 1926, a monument stands. That unnamed cement tube contains a notch in the top, a placekeeper for Luca. When he returns, there will be a topper of gold stars to symbolize the return of the principe and principessa.