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Chapter 3

The blossoms and the lonely crowning

Chapter 3 The blossoms and the lonely

crowning when I was 6 years old moved to

EASt fremantle matter into a house it felt

something like a dream it was an old

beautiful home with high ceilings and

walls that whispered of lives long lived

before ours and in the backyard stood

the tallest Almond tree I'd ever seen and

during spring it would burst into

delicate flowers blossoms paint in the

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air with their soft scent the swing my