I have written a book called 'The Thicket Dwellers' (think The Borrowers only a bushier house with rabbits from Wonderland, a ghost and two deranged sisters - yes it is slightly autobiographical) that I am currently editing...very slowly...since life has a bad habit of getting in the way... I'm too shy to read any to you now - maybe someday when this cloud isn't so new and strange. But for now I'll read you a li'l ditty I wrote that (sort of) accompanies the story...
Hoar frost is more brittle and unkind than snow.
The Thicket Dwellers craft me a place to go
within the dog-rose and the bramble ditch,
and feed me frozen berries and river fish...
Your really good that poem was amazing xx
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