by Jacqui Stevens Granny Potts stood outside her flower shop shielding her eyes from the sunlight spreading its golden rays over ‘Cherry Blossom Lane’. Two little girls passed her shop and waved. ‘You wee lassies on your way to school now?’ ‘Aye, we are.’ They skipped off and ran over the bridge, above a stream … Continue reading GO TELL THE BEES
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