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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.
Each day Sarah spread a cloth on the space between our houses and sewed her wedding canopy.
Each day she embroidered another rose onto the whitest of muslins. She waited, sitting on the grass in her sweater and scarf. We didn't open our door, never came out, yet she knew we could see her. That was satisfaction enough.
What happens to loyalty and betrayal during war? Do they hold back? Wait for a more opportune moment? Or do they rush in, impose themselves over the deadlier, more longlasting pain of tragedy and loss, and complicate everyday lives even further?
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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.
Each day Sarah spread a cloth on the space between our houses and sewed her wedding canopy.
Each day she embroidered another rose onto the whitest of muslins. She waited, sitting on the grass in her sweater and scarf. We didn't open our door, never came out, yet she knew we could see her. That was satisfaction enough.
What happens to loyalty and betrayal during war? Do they hold back? Wait for a more opportune moment? Or do they rush in, impose themselves over the deadlier, more longlasting pain of tragedy and loss, and complicate everyday lives even further?