The orchard
The trees had kept their own counsel through the winter, each branch holding its breath beneath a skin of frost.
By morning, the glasshouse shone at the edge of the field like something remembered rather than built.
Three
◆The trees had kept their own counsel through the winter, each branch holding its breath beneath a skin of frost.
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