by Marianne Mathiasen
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
It all started last year when I was doing some botanical illustrations of apples in my garden. During the summer I had spent many hours under the three old apple trees, and sometimes had a feeling that I was being watched...
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by Marianne Mathiasen
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
Plotka showed up on time, looking dashingly good in a purple dress that looked like it was created from cabbage leaves. Her big, intelligent green eyes looked curiously at me, as she pulled out a roll of whispering leaves and put them on the table.
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