lapin is. french for rabbits. and also brooke and john.
in the last of the light, when the garden gets away...
i love my nana's garden. it was so wonderous when i was a child, with it's stream, and white bridge,
and it's orchid house. i would drink lemonade and look for ducks...and i love how every year
it gets a little more decayed. but my nana's garden makes her sad. it was her pride and joy and now she is too old.
it begins to look like 'grey garden' ...but that wouldn't be a compliment to my nana!
honeybearbushman.
on a bright rainy day my papa met us at the train, and we went for tea at my nana's.
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