You can't believe what a lovely planet we have until you see her from outside.

The notes danced through the June air; Vivi could feel them dust her hair and shoulders. She could feel the notes enter her and settle deep into her bones.

HENRY, EARL OF RICHMOND:  True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

No point in thinking, you just have to get on with life. We only have one after all, we should try and do our best. We can never get it right, but we must try.

Written By Kate Atkinson

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