‘An Untitled Dandelion: Our Collaborative Story’

The night began to draw in, the Autumn mist floated lightly across the lawn towards the old farmhouse. A single lamp glowed through the lower floor window, making the gravel immediately underneath shine as though it were the last remains of a log fire. The low light made the room look inviting, made it look warm and cosy. From the corner of this wood-panelled room came soft breathing which occasionally burst into a deep nasal snore…

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