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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 summer after my father died, we were sitting on the terrace one night when we saw a little bird perched on the parapet under the cherry tree. Some of us wanted to catch him but I stopped them. Minutes passed, he flew among those present and patted me on my shoulder, then moved quickly to land on the window bars, and the next morning he had gone.Was the content of his message disclosed to me? I will never be sure. However, I can say that my soul, burning with longing and curiosity, chased after him through the landscapes described in the poetry within this book.
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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 summer after my father died, we were sitting on the terrace one night when we saw a little bird perched on the parapet under the cherry tree. Some of us wanted to catch him but I stopped them. Minutes passed, he flew among those present and patted me on my shoulder, then moved quickly to land on the window bars, and the next morning he had gone.Was the content of his message disclosed to me? I will never be sure. However, I can say that my soul, burning with longing and curiosity, chased after him through the landscapes described in the poetry within this book.