Tuesday, 6 May 2008
the begging of my book
Through her bright blue eyes she could see church spires, cranes, the cloudless blue sky and the glazing sun that looked as if, a giant had put a great ball of fire in the vast blue sky. The wind flowed through her light brown hair and kept it out of her face. She could smell the fresh air but also of the kitchen in the distance making potatoes and bacon.
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