On Sunday the road to town was paved with gold as the near gale force winds blew all the flowers off the broom. This morning, as we skirted the woods, the still strong breeze was driving voluminous white clouds across a busy sky and scattering all trials and tribulations, cares and woes into the wide blue yonder.
Just finished a very intriguing book: if you think you know what happened to Adam and Eve, read The Garden by Elsie Aidinoff and think again.
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