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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A is the star-seed, sharp-sweet Apple, B is the shirt-snag, lip-stain Bramble, C is the Cherry, enticing as sin, D is the Daisy, entranced by the sun, E is the Elder, feast of flocks in winter, F is the Foxglove, for a Fair One’s finger, G is the Ghost Orchid, glimmer in the dell, H&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I But for the storm, I would never have seen her. A wild wind laid the pear-tree low, leaving a gap in the high hedge. When the sky cleared, the opening revealed a range of hills I had not seen before. They lay gentle on the horizon, as if some vagrant goddess of the track&#8230;</p>
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