Pocketful of Rye
The poignant sequel to A Song of Sixpence
The clinic stood high on an Alpine slope. Lush meadows, studded with autumn crocus, sloped steeply down. Across the valley, above the pinewoods, the high peaks were already dusted with snow. Like a toy railway, the line to Davos twisted and turned up along the mountain side.
Laurence Carroll breathed in the pure, clear air. A wonderful place, a not-too-dem...
The poignant sequel to A Song of Sixpence
The clinic stood high on an Alpine slope. Lush meadows, studded with autumn crocus, sloped steeply down. Across the valley, above the pinewoods, the high peaks were already dusted with snow. Like a toy railway, the line to Davos twisted and turned up along the mountain side.
Laurence Carroll breathed in the pure, clear air. A wonderful place, a not-too-dem...
