“Rubbish? or keepsake? the thought of my sister shaking me awake in an empty house to come with her and help check for and clear a field of any flowers we’d missed, any flowers newly opening overnight, that might be harmful to horses, horses she didn’t yet know were only there to be butchered, so that those horses wouldn’t eat them by mistake and do damage to their soft mouths.”
—Ali Smith, Gliff
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