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The beginning of a terrible tale

When I was four, my father was a giant and it was my mother’s birthday. She asked him to collect the granny apple for her from the garden. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the road jumped … Continue reading

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A tiny rivulet of adventure

Once, there was a tiny rivulet of adventure.  It lived between two pages of a dusty travel book, in the wrong section of the bookshop. Not just this. The book stood the other way around, because it was a bit shy. … Continue reading

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