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“The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.”

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Enid Blyton
Enid Blyton

British children's author, born on August 11, 1897 in London, England, and died on November 28, 1968. Her works are known for their rich imagination and unique narrative style, making a significant contribution to the field of children's literature. more

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