The Seeing Stone

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Genres: Fiction
But what I like about her most are the lights dancing in her blue eyes, and the very quick way she speaks and moves.
When I saw her in May, I promised to take her to the top of Tumber Hill and show her where England ends and Wales begins, and point out where the jumpers came from when they raided us last year, and climb my climbing-tree with her. And that’s what we did, although not in the way I expected.
On the first afternoon, Serle and Sian and I climbed Tumber Hill with Grace and Tom and the dogs, but Serle didn’t talk much because Johanna had pulled out his rotten tooth early that morning and his mouth was sore. It was damp and cold, so when Sian begged us to play hide-and-seek, we agreed so as to keep warm.
Sian was the first to hide, but it didn’t take us long to find her half-hidden under a pile of leaves. I was the last and, while the others hid their faces in their cloaks and counted up to one hundred, I ran through the beeches to the little green glade just over the top of
...the hill, and quickly climbed my climbing-tree.MoreLess
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