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Burning hayfields just before green up brought a tear to Hillie’s eye. The house smelled of hay mixed with lavender honey and a cracked book spine full of old recipes.
As if to bring back the dead, Hillie would sing; “white light comes from the Black Hemlock. All snake no rattle, all chew no talk.”
Burning hayfields just before green up brought a tear to Hillie’s eye. The house smelled of hay mixed with lavender honey and a cracked book spine full of old recipes.
As if to bring back the dead, Hillie would sing; “white light comes from the Black Hemlock. All snake no rattle, all chew no talk.”