excerpt from 'Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees' pp. 229 (66 words)
excerpt from 'Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees' pp. 229 (66 words)
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We buy breakfast in the baker’s and sit eating it on a bench in the chilly square beside an antique tank, its muzzle still aimed squarely at the Ukraine. A multicoloured crocodile of school children clutching balloons on strings and singing a patriotic-sounding song issues from the school and straggles past us on an outing to the grimy old Orthodox church, onion-domed and now dilapidated. |
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