The Old Cottage
THE OLD COTTAGE
It stood at the base of the mountain for two centuries, unchanging and so very permanent.
Shepherds of times gone by used to live here but now it belongs to a young woman called Emma.
Her friends from the city said, “Oh, Emma, why do you live here?”
She replies, “Just look at it all, isn’t it beautiful?”
Her friends don’t think so. They’d miss the electricity, the busy city and all the
nightlife.
Here Emma is totally at home, all alone on the moor.
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