I approached this man - Matthew Cuthbert - and introduced myself, I was so nervous and when I get nervous I do talk. I get in trouble all the time. But there was silence and so I starting telling about the cherry tree across the paddock I had decided to sleep in if no one arrived. I talked and talked until I had to stop and draw breath.
We drove through some gorgeous lane ways and tree lined avenues but when I questioned Mr Cuthbert he didn't seem to be able to answer my questions. "What tree is that", "What makes the road red?" and thousands more. I don't understand why you wouldn't find out the answers to these questions if you lived in such a glorious place.
I thought I would be so happy here until Matthew mentioned the colour of my hair. I wish I could say it was a glorious black or a pure gold but no my hair is red. Who could be happy with red hair?
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