I'm writer. A dreamer of journeys. A day is not complete unless I've stood under a tree, while gazing up at the sun as it glistens through the leaves. I love to take long walks, paint, and draw. Painting is like opening a new door; what is behind the door, only the brush will tell.
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Stories by Margaret Henry
The Old Man
The old man is tall, sort of scrawny-looking, walks with a limp, has a huge smile.
Mr Wimper Wimperton And The Frozen...
Mr Wimperton , loves animals and enters the forest each night to observe them, but one very cold night someth...