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THE RENOVATORS
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THE RENOVATORS
by
Cynthia McDougal-Smollet
They both chance upon the self-same derelict house at the same time.
But he is a young student!
And she is a hard-bitten career-woman of a.....mature age.
Zack and Evangeline find love 'among the ruins'.
Will public scorn ruin their lives?
Rumours of bigamy and infanticide lurk.
A tangle of relationships points to forbidden love!
Rumours of bigamy and infanticide lurk.
A tangle of relationships points to forbidden love!
What exactly is Evangeline's dark secret?
Can Zak trust her birth-certificate?
Interwoven into this delicious tale of 'cougar' love are many hints for the renovator.
During the most intimate exchanges one or other of the lovers will break-off
to discuss a cornice or a lintel.
This makes for exciting reading.
The Real-Estate Quarterly: Turn that hopeless hovel into a love-nest with the help of this
'How-To Manual' of lust and renovation.
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MUTED
Subtlety marks the colours of the bush,
The Australian bush, where colours are so muted.
Rarely do we see a really vivid sparkling shade;
Vividness is, by the sun, diluted.
At first I missed the glories of the English countryside,
The hundred thousand greens, with red shot through,
And still I sometimes feel a stab of something like regret
That I traded-in old beauty for the new.
But I've grown to love the subtleties of eucalyptus trees,
And the beauty of the bark is plain to see,
And the outline of the branches against constant brilliant blue
Is very nearly good enough for me.
And here, where trees hang low above a little hidden pool,
And the bell-birds fill the air with joyful sound,
I enjoy a different beauty, full of ancient atmosphere,
And I'm thankful for the new joy that I've found.
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