cornflower dozed against matthias's shoulder. she could her the gentle lull of her father's voice and that of john churchmouse, blending with the hum of nocturnal insects from the medow and hedges on this balmy summer night. The summer of the late rose....cornflower turned the words over in her mind, dreamily thinking of the ols rambler that bloomed in the abbey gardens. Nomally it was in full red flower by now.
2006-12-14
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