It is early , dark night still holds sway. Outside the rain falls heavy from a still dark sky. Max has returned home covered in the water-beads.
The fire sleeps, covered in a blanket of ashes and needs to be stirred to life. She is awake, troubled by restless dragons. Winter creeps ever closer with its promise of snow.
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Good luck with the Greenaway Award!!!
Take care,
Alison x
Winter. We don't gets it over here. Wish I could see some snow. Maybe you could ask winter to come over!
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