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Stan wove the green spotted tie round pulling it as tight as he could manage. His hands trembled. It had been years since he’d tied his own tie. Edith had done that for him. He checked himself in the mirror, … Continue reading
Standing tall, sentinel almost, the deep red caught the rising sun. A gentle breeze allowed it to sway chivalrous in its solitude. Acres of grass reach out to the new day, not knowing it would be hay before the sun … Continue reading