When I started writing this chapter, I was in my new home, in the north of England, surrounded by all the natural beauty that had long ago remained in my memory. I wrote, rewrote … I couldn’t finish. When I started writing this chapter, I was in my new home, in the north of England, surrounded by all the natural beauty that had long ago remained in my memory. I wrote, rewrote … I couldn’t finish.
When I started writing this chapter, I was in my new home, in the north of England, surrounded by all the natural beauty that had long ago remained in my memory. I wrote, rewrote … I couldn’t finish.
When I started writing this chapter, I was in my new home, in the north of England, surrounded by all the natural beauty that had long ago remained in my memory. I wrote, rewrote … I couldn’t finish. When I started writing this chapter, I was in my new home, in the north of England, surrounded by all the natural beauty that had long ago remained in my memory. I wrote, rewrote … I couldn’t finish. When I started writing this chapter, I was in my new home, in the north of England, surrounded by all the natural beauty that had long ago remained in my memory. I wrote, rewrote … I couldn’t finish.
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