I've past by this old water mill before when driving. My daughter was just a few months old and we were on our way to East Hampton to pick apples.
But one cannot see all of its oldness and strangeness from car- the roughness of its wood, the nails and holes and iron smacked by hand. That can only be seen from a foot away so this time we stopped for a better look. What a contrast between the quaint practicality of the mill and the multi-million lavishness of the royally gated home right across from it.
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