Mandy Baldwin
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A Festival Of Cherries
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2012
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Quarter Past Summer
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2014
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Going Down to Burgois
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2011
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The Flower Presser: A Ghost Story
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The Seaweed Dragon
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2014
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A Year In Dierne Bay
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2021
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Knut And The Free Kingdom: A Fairy Tale For All Free Kingdomers
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Knut And The Free Kingdom: A Fairy Tale For All Free Kingdomers
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“Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, or a foe.
Four be the things I'd been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient Champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope, and a sock in the eye.”
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Idleness, sorrow, a friend, or a foe.
Four be the things I'd been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient Champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope, and a sock in the eye.”
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“The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.”
― 1984
― 1984
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
― The Tempest
― The Tempest
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
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“They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then—how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal.”
― Rebecca
― Rebecca





















