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
air with their soft scent the swing my
