Bluebells
I never really enjoyed Enid Blyton stories. Most of my peers talked about 'The Faraway Tree' and 'The Famous Five' whilst I busied myself with 'Vanity Fair' (the abridged version, of course).
One day, I picked up a copy of Enid Blyton fairy tales that was lying in the corner of my cousin's house. I remember reading the line 'a carpet of bluebells' which captured my imagination. I spent the rest of that golden afternoon daydreaming about it.
Now I have seen this carpet with my own eyes, and it is more beautiful than I ever imagined.
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