vintage greeting card from Mazaika
Out over the flat, white wastes of fen, over the spear-straight, steel-dark dykes and the wind-bent, groaning poplar trees, bursting from the snow-choked louvres of the belfry, whirled away southward and westward in gusty blasts of clamour to the sleeping counties went the music of the bells. ~ Dorothy Sayers
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Nine Tailors?
Dorothy Sayers is/was one of my very favorite authors. She did so much research on that book, she could have gotten a PhD in the subject.
What a perfect painting to go with such a splendid quote.
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