1895 - intro

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1895, Rosemary. Shewas beautiful. Her beauty is like that of a peacock fragile, majestic and mostof all proud. Her eyes the colour of a citrine with hues of gold wispy in thesunlight. Her hair the most beautiful shade of brown which Ombres from obsidianto the most luscious rich caramel brown. She was perfect. Lockhouse Manor'sfield the most beautiful well-kept of all unlike most rich families there wereno gardeners, as Mrs Sharman the lady of the house was a passionate gardener.The field was full of yellow dandelions. On this particular day the sun wasbeating down, the frequent guest of eerie fog had cleared. rosemary, also afrequent guest at the lock house she loved to visit miss Sharman but there issomething she loved more, watching the moon, it was beautiful and bright adrosemary's only real friend, and it just so happened that the view of the moonfrom Mrs Sharman's Garden it was quite easily the best view in London.

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