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“Blonde hair and blue eyes," she repeated. "The lavender fairy." "Now, hang on a minute!" "Just like the lavender fairy has. There's an old story about the beautiful fairy called Lavandula who was born in the wild lavender of the Lure mountain. She grew up and began to wander further from the mountain, looking for somewhere special to make her home. One day she came across the stony, uncultivated landscapes of Haute Provence, and the pitiful sight made her so sad she cried hot tears- hot mauve tears that fell into the ground and stained it. And that is where, ever afterwards, the lavender of her birthplace began to grow.”

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Deborah Lawrenson
Deborah Lawrenson

Deborah Lawrenson is a British novelist known for her distinctive narrative style and deep portrayal of local culture. Her novels often feature historical settings, blending elements of suspense and romance, and have gained popularity among readers. more

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