Anne of Green Gablins

The laundry blew gently in the glorious Avonlea breeze, waves of freshly laundered sheets against the magical blue sky. The day was sunny in the brisk June morning, with a hint of sea in the air. Marilla Cuthbert was always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which...

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