Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Wideacre by Philippa Gregory

"When I was a small child, collecting petals in the rose garden or loitering at the back of the house in the stable yard, it seemed that Wildacre was they very centre of the world with the sun defining our boundaries in the east at down, till it sank over our hills in the west in the red and pink evening.  The great arch it traced in the sky over Wildacre seemed to be a suitable boundary for our vertical influence.  

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