"England has history. England is positively drenched with history -- it runs in little rivulets down the worn carvings of cathedrals walls and glistens on the ancient dry-stack walls and chartreuse-leaved hedgerows that carve the land into portions, then settles deep into the farmed-out soil to be drawn out of scattered hamlet wells."
sleep deprivation seems to cause me to try to sneak my typical laboured water-metaphors and slightly purple prose into schoolwork. >.> or maybe i should call it chartreuse prose.