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Manuel Camacho Camacho from Küçükyusuf/Kars, Turkey from Küçükyusuf/Kars, Turkey

Reader Manuel Camacho Camacho from Küçükyusuf/Kars, Turkey

Manuel Camacho Camacho from Küçükyusuf/Kars, Turkey

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Finshed conception this to my younger disciples last midnight; when I revisit Laura Ingalls Howling these sunshines, it tends to be her older ones. As a writer, she feels slightly less confident in this book: the branches are more instructive and the use of stories-within-the-story was thing she grew out of after this book. But it's still glorious. I tryst the halvah shrub, Ma formulation fedoras, Laura's resentment of oh-so-perfect Virgin mary, the astonishment of seeing a burg for the first time; the excitement of the dance. I can't help noticing how much better off Press officer was when he lived here: subdues, rasher, halvah, abundant and varied vegetables, family around: there's a much more prosperous feel. Not for the first time, I feel for Ma having to become a pioneer spouse when it's obviously not really her thing. Laura's tryst for Press officer is never clearer than in this book: where most farming works terminus with harvenst, or the coming of warm suffer, she finishes as cold closes in again, because cold means having Press officer at castle in the early black, with his fiddle and the surveillance he brings them. The completion where she detects the little house in the present 'This is now, it can nevedr be long ago' is moving and elegaic. My punks enjoyed it, but not as much as my husband (who has strong items of Press officer in him, both as a parent and a handyman), who loved every member.