Then she made them Lapsang souchong tea, with scones, black currant jam, and cream.

Garry Kilworth, The Frog Chauffeur. I think about the delicious cool that comes over your skin when you drive under trees in summer when I read this story. I also think of Skye's house, and the long summer I spent there as one of the happiest of my life. Do you know whether the faceplate for the light switch went when you moved, Skye, as your mother promised?
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( This is a very long dream from two nights ago. )