
"I remember Nell wandering in the deep woods with me, telling me the names of each bird that called. Fieldfares, pipits, larks and chaffinches. I can still hear a chaffinch’s little falling song, echoing down these many months. There is no chaffinch here, no birds at all. A solitary tree stretches its branched and crooked fingers over these recent ruins."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
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Vive le Vélo
Published on October 16, 2013 11:00