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GardensSarah Jane BarnettJohn trims the low shrubs by the rustic stone wall on the ground, on a tartan rug, and looks like he is crossing is an unconscious act, the companion of orderliness. He wants to start a business with vegetables, a small but the rock is not local. It's luck that has kept them alive, where the hollyhock, foxglove, viola, pansy and peony * The train orders the view of the Chilean countryside. glasses. He appears asleep—at least dozing—but then surfaces of a phone the size of a briefcase, the leather patterned and withdrawal from tobacco, he says, later. I don't want to mine as he strokes the fox with one thumb. When I got out I thought
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