credit: Tim Green aka atoach The Boy in the Chestnut Tree She could see him sitting in the chestnut tree, his dark head moving amongst the leaves. She could just make out the frown of concentration;almost see the pink of his tongue escaping from his pinched lips. He moved and the leaves rustled. Gone. There read more
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