Village Bookbinder

In the Old Schoolhouse

Among early daffodils

‘Bookbinder, Napoleons’.

I love living in a small village, where seasonal haiku come easily with a slow simple life,

and the postman knows folk by name and trade.

I am a lucky girl.

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