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A yearning to become someone and no one in
As the days grow shorter and darker, Caro seeks out ways to sit more comfortably in the dark while also enjoying the chinks of brightness that she manages to find.
T HE MIDDLE OF MAY, A WARM MORNING ...
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V IV and John’s house had been for sale for some time, so I knew they’d been delighted when at last a buyer was found, and the transaction finally completed. We were all sorry that they’d be moving aw
RUTH climbed the narrow path to Windlow Hill. She had a canvas bag in one hand and her mother’s old cardigan tucked under the other. Below, the village looked almost as it had in her childhood – white
An old man lives at the bottom of my garden. His name is Robert Barkus, or Bakehouse, or Bagust. Nobody is quite sure. But I often sense him around when I’m gardening, and I’ve found out a fair bit ab