Saturday, September 5, 2009

Miscellaneous: Blooming Porches

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"In the (...) light he saw a little garden closed in with a hedge of baby evergreens. The wind was rustling through the stalks of (...) flower in the garden. But in the middle of it was a little low house, and the windows and doors were glowing like new, 
warm flowers."

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Ethel Cook Eliot - The Little House In The Fairy Wood

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