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“We have a friend, and Anglophile American city-dweller in his eighties, whose main ambition, now, is to hear a cuckoo call, for he never has, and perhaps he never will, for he is rather deaf. But, if he came and sat under the magic apple tree for an afternoon in May, it would be quiet enough, and then he might listen to the cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo until he had his fill.”

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Book:The Magic Apple Tree: A Country Year
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The Magic Apple Tree: A Country Year

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Susan Hill
Susan Hill

Susan Hill is a renowned British author, born on February 5, 1942. She is best known for her suspense and thriller novels, with works like 'The Woman in Black' and 'The House on the Edge of the Water' gaining widespread acclaim. more

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