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Our Village is a collection of about 100 literary sketches of rural life written by Mary Russell Mitford (1787–1855), and originally published during the 1820s and 1830s. The series first appeared in The Lady's Magazine. The full title is: Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery. The vivid series was based upon life in Three Mile Cross, a hamlet in the parish of Shinfield (south-east of Reading in Berkshire), where she lived.
First published January 1, 1832
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Mary Russell Mitford
366 books17 followersMary Russell Mitford (16 December 1787 – 10 January 1855) was an English author and dramatist. She was born at Alresford, Hampshire. Her place in English literature is as the author of Our Village. This series of sketches of village scenes and vividly drawn characters was based upon life in Three Mile Cross, a hamlet in the parish of Shinfield, near Reading in Berkshire, where she lived.
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August 16, 2020
Aug 14, 1130pm ~~ Review asap.
Aug 15, 915am ~~ I have a tiny back story about this book and why I read it. It won't take long, I promise.
Back in 2016 I read a cookbook full of recipes offered by various men of the day (it was published in 1920 or so). As I went along I began to wonder about the various contributors and made myself a list of any of them that had written books, then read through that list in 2017, I believe.
One of those men was Maurice Francis Egan, who wrote Confessions of a Book-Lover. While I was reading that book I made a list of some the more interesting books he commented on and planned to read them in the order he mentioned them. I put off getting started on that list because the first title was The Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau. It scared me. But I finally tried it and pretty quickly decided to save it for later, for some time when I am more in the mood for such reading.
Meanwhile, I slashed and burned my Confess Egan! challenge list until it was down to ten, and the next in line was this book, Our Village by Mary Russel Mitford. So here we are. Simple! lol
This is a collection of fifteen essays (and a very long introduction which I confess I skipped. I have not had good luck with introductions lately. Too many plot spoilers lurking about in them). It was published in 1824. I had never heard of our Miss Mitford, but she seems to have been very popular back in her day, and I could see why in these pages. According to wiki:
"Her writings have been celebrated for their spontaneous humour, combined with quick wit and literary skill."
Here is what Egan said about this very book:
"Just about this time, one of the book auctions yielded up a copy of the "Complete Works of Miss Mitford." You perhaps can imagine how a city boy, who was allowed to spend two weeks each year at the most on the arid New Jersey seacoast, fell upon "Our Village." It became an incentive for long walks, in the hope of finding some country lanes and something resembling the English primroses."
I didn't note how old he was at the time, but I think somewhere close to 16. And this is the only book he mentions where I recorded what he thought or why he read it. And I could certainly identify with him while reading this. Mitford makes you feel you are right in the village and its surrounding countryside with her and her greyhound Mayflower, roaming around on daily walks, sometimes with Lizzy the little neighbor girl tagging along, sometimes with an adult friend, sometimes all alone.
I grew up and have spent most of my life in desert country so the descriptions of the flowers and trees, the little brook here and the farm fields there were just as appealing to me as they were to friend Egan.
I also liked Mitford as a person. She seemed so friendly, someone who would be a wonderful walking companion. She notices details and seems to truly feel the spirit of the countryside, I liked this from an essay called The Visit. Mitford and a friend are in a buggy on their way to the friend's house, and they pass by the new mill along the river Loddon.
"And what a pity, as my companion observes—not that our good and jolly miller, the very representative of the old English yeomanry, should be so rich, but that one consequence of his riches should be the pulling down of the prettiest old mill that ever looked at itself in the Loddon, with the picturesque, low-browed, irregular cottage, which stood with its light-pointed roof, its clustered chimneys, and its ever-open door, looking like the real abode of comfort and hospitality, to build this huge, staring, frightful, red-brick mill, as ugly as a manufactory, and this great square house, ugly and red to match, just behind. The old buildings always used to remind me of Wollett's beautiful engraving of a scene in the Maid of the Mill. It will be long before any artist will make a drawing of this. Only think of this redness in a picture! this boiled lobster of a house! Falstaff's description of Bardolph's nose would look pale in the comparison."
I thought this book was fun to read, and it gave me some nice cool mental pictures to daydream over during our hot desert August. I plan to have a peek at Mitford's Gutenberg page and see if any other titles of hers appeal to me. These essays were so charming I would love to see how she handles other topics.
Aug 15, 915am ~~ I have a tiny back story about this book and why I read it. It won't take long, I promise.
Back in 2016 I read a cookbook full of recipes offered by various men of the day (it was published in 1920 or so). As I went along I began to wonder about the various contributors and made myself a list of any of them that had written books, then read through that list in 2017, I believe.
One of those men was Maurice Francis Egan, who wrote Confessions of a Book-Lover. While I was reading that book I made a list of some the more interesting books he commented on and planned to read them in the order he mentioned them. I put off getting started on that list because the first title was The Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau. It scared me. But I finally tried it and pretty quickly decided to save it for later, for some time when I am more in the mood for such reading.
Meanwhile, I slashed and burned my Confess Egan! challenge list until it was down to ten, and the next in line was this book, Our Village by Mary Russel Mitford. So here we are. Simple! lol
This is a collection of fifteen essays (and a very long introduction which I confess I skipped. I have not had good luck with introductions lately. Too many plot spoilers lurking about in them). It was published in 1824. I had never heard of our Miss Mitford, but she seems to have been very popular back in her day, and I could see why in these pages. According to wiki:
"Her writings have been celebrated for their spontaneous humour, combined with quick wit and literary skill."
Here is what Egan said about this very book:
"Just about this time, one of the book auctions yielded up a copy of the "Complete Works of Miss Mitford." You perhaps can imagine how a city boy, who was allowed to spend two weeks each year at the most on the arid New Jersey seacoast, fell upon "Our Village." It became an incentive for long walks, in the hope of finding some country lanes and something resembling the English primroses."
I didn't note how old he was at the time, but I think somewhere close to 16. And this is the only book he mentions where I recorded what he thought or why he read it. And I could certainly identify with him while reading this. Mitford makes you feel you are right in the village and its surrounding countryside with her and her greyhound Mayflower, roaming around on daily walks, sometimes with Lizzy the little neighbor girl tagging along, sometimes with an adult friend, sometimes all alone.
I grew up and have spent most of my life in desert country so the descriptions of the flowers and trees, the little brook here and the farm fields there were just as appealing to me as they were to friend Egan.
I also liked Mitford as a person. She seemed so friendly, someone who would be a wonderful walking companion. She notices details and seems to truly feel the spirit of the countryside, I liked this from an essay called The Visit. Mitford and a friend are in a buggy on their way to the friend's house, and they pass by the new mill along the river Loddon.
"And what a pity, as my companion observes—not that our good and jolly miller, the very representative of the old English yeomanry, should be so rich, but that one consequence of his riches should be the pulling down of the prettiest old mill that ever looked at itself in the Loddon, with the picturesque, low-browed, irregular cottage, which stood with its light-pointed roof, its clustered chimneys, and its ever-open door, looking like the real abode of comfort and hospitality, to build this huge, staring, frightful, red-brick mill, as ugly as a manufactory, and this great square house, ugly and red to match, just behind. The old buildings always used to remind me of Wollett's beautiful engraving of a scene in the Maid of the Mill. It will be long before any artist will make a drawing of this. Only think of this redness in a picture! this boiled lobster of a house! Falstaff's description of Bardolph's nose would look pale in the comparison."
I thought this book was fun to read, and it gave me some nice cool mental pictures to daydream over during our hot desert August. I plan to have a peek at Mitford's Gutenberg page and see if any other titles of hers appeal to me. These essays were so charming I would love to see how she handles other topics.
June 17, 2017
A collection of Mitford's essays on country and village life in the 1820s. She waxes lyrical over rural scenery and plantlife, but she can be quite acerbic when describing people.
November 11, 2007
I have to admit a personal interest in this book, as the Gardeners are (very) distantly related to the Mitford family so I have heard aobut Mary Russell Mitford but have never read her until now. After reading Our Village I would have liekd to meet her as she comes across as a wise and compassionate person, who all too clearly saw the foibles and weaknesses of her fellow villagers, but saw beyond these, to illuminate the essential decency and fortitude of these people whos' way of life seems completely alien to us in the 21st century.
January 3, 2026
This book of vignettes of life in a village in rural England in the 1820's and before takes you to a time and place that is quite different from our bustling world. The author paints verbal pictures of cottages covered with vining flowers, meadows, woods, and brooks. She observes budding romances, family stories, and the simple life lived at the time. Although there is tragedy, it is a very pleasant journey. I enjoyed reading it even though it didn't have an ongoing story that caught me at the first and took me to the end. I read the Kindle edition which is poorly formatted and poorly edited. Footnotes appear in the middle of the narrative, for instance. It was still worth the time reading.
September 1, 2024
This is a period piece. Not because 200 years is so long ago, or the language archaic. Rather because these sketches published about village life in the Lady’s Magazine two centuries ago are prettified, arch, full of ardent exclamations.
But the descriptions do conjure up in lovely detail the seasonal changes of the English countryside, and the local characters do leap off the page. There is even an occasional welcome tartness of tone.
As I read, though, I kept getting flashes of Berkshire and environs a century later when Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple cast unsentimental eyes on village life.
But the descriptions do conjure up in lovely detail the seasonal changes of the English countryside, and the local characters do leap off the page. There is even an occasional welcome tartness of tone.
As I read, though, I kept getting flashes of Berkshire and environs a century later when Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple cast unsentimental eyes on village life.
November 17, 2011
This is an assortment of essays about life in a village in Hampshire in the 1800s. Around half are descriptive passages of nature encountered on walks, with the remainder covering individuals and events in the village.
Note that this was originally published in 5 volumes and the various reprints may have slightly different lineups of individual essays. I have two different editions of volume 1, and one (Third Edition published by Geo. B Whittaker in London 1825, obtained via Google Books) has at least twice as many essays as the other (published by Macmillan & Co in 1893, obtained via Project Gutenberg).
Note that this was originally published in 5 volumes and the various reprints may have slightly different lineups of individual essays. I have two different editions of volume 1, and one (Third Edition published by Geo. B Whittaker in London 1825, obtained via Google Books) has at least twice as many essays as the other (published by Macmillan & Co in 1893, obtained via Project Gutenberg).
November 4, 2011
About a 3.5 star read for me. If you're interested in a well-written, if a tad florid (literally; LOTS of garden description), description of English village life circa 1820-1830, this is s must read. Mitford had a chatty entertaining style that still engages the reader.
March 31, 2022
I dipped in & out of this over many, many months. Some of it was just lovely, with beautiful descriptions and told with warmth & humour.
But some of it jarred, with the very defined social strata & judgements made.
I'd hoped for more local snippets, but still I'm glad I gave it a go.
But some of it jarred, with the very defined social strata & judgements made.
I'd hoped for more local snippets, but still I'm glad I gave it a go.
July 26, 2017
Mary Russell Mitford loved her Berkshire village so much that she decided to write about it. Primarily she was a playwright, but these sketches were so successful that they eventually ran to five separate volumes, of which this was the first.
The copy I read featured a long introduction from someone who clearly wished she had lived in the same era as Mitford, in the same village ideally. Not that Mitford had it easy, her family fortunes were often on the wane, having to downsize their accommodation.
She idolised her neglectful, spendthrift father, a lazy, selfish man who, not content with wasting his wife's twenty thousand pounds inheritance, wasted the same amount of his daughter's money after she won the lottery!
Her Berkshire village contained a blacksmith, a cobbler, and a collar-maker. I live far from any village, just outside Leicester city centre in fact, yet there is an old-school cobbler just around the corner from me. Not so a blacksmith however, certainly not a collar-maker, if such a profession still exists.
This collection is little more than a series of walks across a calendar year, in the copse, the Dell, the woods or the shaw with her greyhound Mayflower and various companions, gathering primroses, violets, wood-sorrel or musk roses, dependent on the month.
Sounds dull, but I found it to be a gentle, soothing, even therapeutic read. Here she in the Dell:
'Everywhere the earth is covered by short, fine turf, mixed with mosses, soft, beautiful, and various, and embossed with the speckled leaves and lilac flowers of the arum, the paler blossoms of the common orchis, the enamelled blue of the wild hyacinth, so splendid in this evening light, and large tufts of oxslips and cowslips rising like nosegays from the short turf.'
Various inhabitants of the village get a passing mention too, but the green and pleasant land is the abiding character, 'this shady and yet sunny Berkshire, where the scenery, without rising into grandeur or breaking into wildness, is so peaceful, so cheerful, so varied, and so thoroughly English.'
The copy I read featured a long introduction from someone who clearly wished she had lived in the same era as Mitford, in the same village ideally. Not that Mitford had it easy, her family fortunes were often on the wane, having to downsize their accommodation.
She idolised her neglectful, spendthrift father, a lazy, selfish man who, not content with wasting his wife's twenty thousand pounds inheritance, wasted the same amount of his daughter's money after she won the lottery!
Her Berkshire village contained a blacksmith, a cobbler, and a collar-maker. I live far from any village, just outside Leicester city centre in fact, yet there is an old-school cobbler just around the corner from me. Not so a blacksmith however, certainly not a collar-maker, if such a profession still exists.
This collection is little more than a series of walks across a calendar year, in the copse, the Dell, the woods or the shaw with her greyhound Mayflower and various companions, gathering primroses, violets, wood-sorrel or musk roses, dependent on the month.
Sounds dull, but I found it to be a gentle, soothing, even therapeutic read. Here she in the Dell:
'Everywhere the earth is covered by short, fine turf, mixed with mosses, soft, beautiful, and various, and embossed with the speckled leaves and lilac flowers of the arum, the paler blossoms of the common orchis, the enamelled blue of the wild hyacinth, so splendid in this evening light, and large tufts of oxslips and cowslips rising like nosegays from the short turf.'
Various inhabitants of the village get a passing mention too, but the green and pleasant land is the abiding character, 'this shady and yet sunny Berkshire, where the scenery, without rising into grandeur or breaking into wildness, is so peaceful, so cheerful, so varied, and so thoroughly English.'
July 7, 2021
I dipped in and out of this gentle read inbetween other books. A relaxing, and yes, interesting study of village life in the 1830s yet obviously seen through the eyes of priviledge as those lower in class and status to Mitford are often described with humour and a lack of full comprehension of the poor conditions they were born into, and had no chance of escaping.
Where her empathy with (certain) people is sometimes lacking, Mitford writes beautifully of seasonal changes and the natural world; she has great knowledge of plants, trees and animals.
Where her empathy with (certain) people is sometimes lacking, Mitford writes beautifully of seasonal changes and the natural world; she has great knowledge of plants, trees and animals.
February 2, 2025
An enjoyable slight read. It's of its times and the collection of essays focus on the more genteel or interesting aspects of village life. However, there's a warmth and interest in humanity that sustains it. It's a fantastic edition and the Hugh Thomson illustrations considerably elevate the volume.
March 2, 2020
An idyllic picture
Described an idyllic picture of a bygone age that I am not sure ever really existed. Even the poverty is lighthearted! However it is easy to read and beautiful y descripted.
Described an idyllic picture of a bygone age that I am not sure ever really existed. Even the poverty is lighthearted! However it is easy to read and beautiful y descripted.
May 6, 2024
I have the folio society addition. A more upbeat village version of Mayhew's London Labourers. Nice and pleasant reading. She generally has a positive outlook on life, celebrates farmers, acknowledges how depression is natural (ahead of her times), and is very egalitarian in Outlook.
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October 1, 202448:6. So he may punish hypocritical men and women as well as associating men and women who conjecture such evil about God; on them will fall an evil turn of fortune. God has become angry with them, and has cast them and prepared hell for them. How evil is such a goal!
November 18, 2018
Interesting and enjoyable to read.
March 16, 2022
Good descriptions of the Victorian English countryside and the people and dogs that lived there. The drawings, one per page are exceptional.
February 4, 2025
4/5 ⭐️ - Very good with several winter stories that are great for this time of year ❄️
October 21, 2020
This book is DELIGHTFUL.
May 3, 2021
1824-1832, Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery. (free Kindle download at Amazon April 2021).
"The people we love are there, along with the people we remember." 1895 Introduction by Anne Thackeray Ritchie (Mitford c.1824)
Wiki synop
Our Village is a collection of about 100 literary sketches of rural life written by Mary Russell Mitford (1787–1855), and originally published during the 1820s and 1830s. The series first appeared in The Lady's Magazine. The full title is: Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery. The vivid series was based upon life in Three Mile Cross, a hamlet in the parish of Shinfield (south-east of Reading in Berkshire), where she lived.
Miss Mitford's own short preface states:
'The following pages contain an attempt to delineate country scenery and country manners, as they exist in a small village in the south of England. The writer may at least claim the merit of a hearty love of her subject, and of that local and personal familiarity, which only a long residence in one neighbourhood could have enabled her to attain. Her descriptions have always been written on the spot, and at the moment, and, in nearly every instance, with the closest and most resolute fidelity to the place and the people. If she be accused of having given a brighter aspect to her villagers than is usually met with in books, she cannot help it, and would not if she could. She has painted, as they appeared to her, their little frailties and their many virtues, under an intense and thankful conviction that, in every condition of life, goodness and happiness may be found by those who seek them, and never more surely than in the fresh air, the shade, and the sunshine of nature.' (1835 Edition, I, pp.v-vi)
A good read parallel to Roz Chast, RISD '77, written and drawn cover for ‘Cold Comfort Farm’; a mirthy novel by Stella Gibbons, published 1932 with competent assignations responsive to Thomas Hardy gloom and doom loam and lovechild
dystopiantics.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cold_Com...
OUR VILLAGE c.1820-1830 (in The Lady's Magazine) Mary Russell Mitford 1893 Macmillan and Co. edition. Contents Introduction by Anne Thackeray Ritchie COUNTRY PICTURES. WALKS IN THE COUNTRY. THE FIRST PRIMROSE. VIOLETING. THE COPSE. THE WOOD. THE DELL. THE COWSLIP-BALL. THE OLD HOUSE AT ABERLEIGH. THE HARD SUMMER. THE SHAW. NUTTING. THE VISIT. HANNAH BINT. THE FALL OF THE LEAF.
"The people we love are there, along with the people we remember." 1895 Introduction by Anne Thackeray Ritchie (Mitford c.1824)
Wiki synop
Our Village is a collection of about 100 literary sketches of rural life written by Mary Russell Mitford (1787–1855), and originally published during the 1820s and 1830s. The series first appeared in The Lady's Magazine. The full title is: Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery. The vivid series was based upon life in Three Mile Cross, a hamlet in the parish of Shinfield (south-east of Reading in Berkshire), where she lived.
Miss Mitford's own short preface states:
'The following pages contain an attempt to delineate country scenery and country manners, as they exist in a small village in the south of England. The writer may at least claim the merit of a hearty love of her subject, and of that local and personal familiarity, which only a long residence in one neighbourhood could have enabled her to attain. Her descriptions have always been written on the spot, and at the moment, and, in nearly every instance, with the closest and most resolute fidelity to the place and the people. If she be accused of having given a brighter aspect to her villagers than is usually met with in books, she cannot help it, and would not if she could. She has painted, as they appeared to her, their little frailties and their many virtues, under an intense and thankful conviction that, in every condition of life, goodness and happiness may be found by those who seek them, and never more surely than in the fresh air, the shade, and the sunshine of nature.' (1835 Edition, I, pp.v-vi)
A good read parallel to Roz Chast, RISD '77, written and drawn cover for ‘Cold Comfort Farm’; a mirthy novel by Stella Gibbons, published 1932 with competent assignations responsive to Thomas Hardy gloom and doom loam and lovechild
dystopiantics.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cold_Com...
OUR VILLAGE c.1820-1830 (in The Lady's Magazine) Mary Russell Mitford 1893 Macmillan and Co. edition. Contents Introduction by Anne Thackeray Ritchie COUNTRY PICTURES. WALKS IN THE COUNTRY. THE FIRST PRIMROSE. VIOLETING. THE COPSE. THE WOOD. THE DELL. THE COWSLIP-BALL. THE OLD HOUSE AT ABERLEIGH. THE HARD SUMMER. THE SHAW. NUTTING. THE VISIT. HANNAH BINT. THE FALL OF THE LEAF.
November 24, 2021
I've got a Folio Society edition of this boon dated 1997. Un libro che descrive un mondo scomparso, in Inghilterra come altrove. Una scrittura apprezzabile, semplice, sincera e genuina quella della Mitford. Ma anche se questo mondo non esiste più, sono convinto che esistono i suoi pensieri.
For the nostalgic Anglophile--a reprinting, with reproductions of contemporary paintings and sketches, and original drawings and watercolors, of essays about country life, first published in England's The Ladies' Journal of the 1820's and 1830's. Mainly brief puffs of pleasure in the seasonal round of a small village, and gentle tidbits celebrating indigenous yeomen and lesser toilers at work, play, and romance, these are the cheerful accounts of rural living that all who didn't have to live it--from squire to straphanger--love to read. Mitford (b. 1787), a good journeyman writer forced to support her parents with her (undoubtedly underpaid) labors, first takes the reader on a tour of ""shady lanes and sunny commons,"" and the dwellings and rambling roads of her village--""a little world of our own."" Later there are walks of pleasure with child and dog to witness such natural events as the first primrose or to enjoy the glories of cowslip gathering, an excursion undertaken ""when the spirits sink and fall. . .under the mere pressure of existence."" There are also dips into society--at the races, haymaking, cricket matches, a Christmas party, etc. Here and there are village tales--the misanthrope who adopts the grandchild of a dying enemy; a girl with more sensibility than sense who loses a beau. A nicely bound, commercially pretty book, with those tributes to bygone bucolic ways and days by Constable, Stubbs, and lesser others complementing Mitford's straightforward prose and popular sentiments--an eye-catcher, likely to appeal for Christmas giving.
For the nostalgic Anglophile--a reprinting, with reproductions of contemporary paintings and sketches, and original drawings and watercolors, of essays about country life, first published in England's The Ladies' Journal of the 1820's and 1830's. Mainly brief puffs of pleasure in the seasonal round of a small village, and gentle tidbits celebrating indigenous yeomen and lesser toilers at work, play, and romance, these are the cheerful accounts of rural living that all who didn't have to live it--from squire to straphanger--love to read. Mitford (b. 1787), a good journeyman writer forced to support her parents with her (undoubtedly underpaid) labors, first takes the reader on a tour of ""shady lanes and sunny commons,"" and the dwellings and rambling roads of her village--""a little world of our own."" Later there are walks of pleasure with child and dog to witness such natural events as the first primrose or to enjoy the glories of cowslip gathering, an excursion undertaken ""when the spirits sink and fall. . .under the mere pressure of existence."" There are also dips into society--at the races, haymaking, cricket matches, a Christmas party, etc. Here and there are village tales--the misanthrope who adopts the grandchild of a dying enemy; a girl with more sensibility than sense who loses a beau. A nicely bound, commercially pretty book, with those tributes to bygone bucolic ways and days by Constable, Stubbs, and lesser others complementing Mitford's straightforward prose and popular sentiments--an eye-catcher, likely to appeal for Christmas giving.
August 18, 2013
Victorian village life is captured in this charming but somewhat rambling series of sketches by poet and dramatist Mary Mitford, writing in the 1820's. At its most interesting when the author sketches the lives of her neighbours - often intimately but always fondly - Our Village will appeal most to those who want a glimpse back to how some of our rural ancestors lived.
August 27, 2016
3.5 stars.
This is a charming book that contains a number of sketches of English rural life in the early 1800's. Beautifully written and it recreates village life in an unsentimental and realistic manner. Reminds one of Miss Read's descriptions of English village life.
This is a charming book that contains a number of sketches of English rural life in the early 1800's. Beautifully written and it recreates village life in an unsentimental and realistic manner. Reminds one of Miss Read's descriptions of English village life.
June 25, 2009
I was disappointed in the book -- I was (am) not familiar with Ms. Mitford, and her descriptions of village life didn't seem to capture the essence of life in an English village. The art work was gorgeous though!
April 9, 2012
A delightful description of a small English Village and its inhabitants. I have an original I read many years ago, unearthed it recently and re-read. Still enjoyed the book and it's descriptions.
November 29, 2015
Meh. Overly flowery (literally!) descriptions of everything and everyone got to be a bit much.
July 4, 2016
I didn't like these stories as much as I thought I would. I may return to this another time.
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