Evian
by Alison Bowman
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There was always cloud although the Olders told us stories of days when the sky was high and blue and clouds were like the sheep on the hill, but fluffy and white, not matted and dirty as they are now.
There was always cloud although the Olders told us stories of days when the sky was high and blue and clouds were like the sheep on the hill, but fluffy and white, not matted and dirty as they are now.
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