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Well, dearest, what would you tell a farmer who had an over-abundant harvest? To plant less, of course! "..." I am not complaining about the frequency of the planting, " she said. "I’d just rather not reap a crop every year.Sharon Kay Penman
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Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot as he started towards the great hall.Sharon Kay Penman
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Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.Sharon Kay Penman