’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. Jonathan nodded assent. ‘Come, I told you I wish to know everything about you.
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