Monday, 8 August 2011

The garden

Heather, gorse and broom. 
''That's the wind blowing through the bushes.'' Mrs Medlock said.
Small, lost and odd.
''She says she believes they eat th' grass same as th' wild ponies do.''
''an' birds as comes an' eats out of his hand.''

''even a disagreeable little girl may be lonely.''

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