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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The young farmer, shouldering the stock of his double-barrelled shotgun, and sighting, squeezed off both triggers at the flock of crows rising from his field. He was discouraged to see that he had not hit even one of them, though the sun was momentarily obscured and the sky became dark as a storm of feathers fell all around him, and each feather that fell to ground, was, he realised, a tale that had to be told.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The young farmer, shouldering the stock of his double-barrelled shotgun, and sighting, squeezed off both triggers at the flock of crows rising from his field. He was discouraged to see that he had not hit even one of them, though the sun was momentarily obscured and the sky became dark as a storm of feathers fell all around him, and each feather that fell to ground, was, he realised, a tale that had to be told.