The band of travellers walked along the path between the clear sparkling water of Grass River and the black-streaked white limestone cliff, following the trail that paralleled the right bank.
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Friday, 9 March 2012
Friday, 10 February 2012
#FictionFriday War Horse
In the old school hall they use now for the Village Hall, below the clock that has stood always at one minute past ten, hangs a small dusty painting of a horse.For more on this meme go to HomeDad's blog for more of the books I'm reading this year check out my Good Reads challenge.
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