> an oasis in the Sahara, Algeria The golden, glowing sun glares down on a vast sea of sand. As far as the eye can see, the sand stretches in great yellow-brown ripples. The air is so hot you can…
Early one morning my mother felt a pushing inside her. The pushing stopped, then it started. It stopped and started, stopped and started again. Each time the pushing became stronger. My mother knew…
> by Eleanor Farjeon He’s nothing much but fur And two round eyes of blue, He has a giant purr And a midget mew. He darts and pats the air, He starts and cocks his ear, When there is nothing…
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