by Elizabeth Marquart It’s still pitch dark. Relieved, I hear the first cock’s crow in the village. A choir of cocks complete with each other as half an hour later, the sun rises: at six o’clock in the morning the ...
by Elizabeth Marquart It’s still pitch dark. Relieved, I hear the first cock’s crow in the village. A choir of cocks complete with each other as half an hour later, the sun rises: at six o’clock in the morning the ...