Alicia Foster – The Writer And Nature

My dream of the countryside was, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, to lead to a rude awakening. The farms were not the pretty places I imagined. My dream of the countryside was, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, to lead to a rude awakening. The farms were not the pretty places I imagined; they were huge industrial concerns, with pigs in metal sheds the size of aircraft hangars.

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