But best of all was a bonfire. That made autumn worthwhile. Perhaps that was why she loved the leaves — they meant the coming of the fire. The leave... would be collected, raked into a big pile and then the treasure hunt began. Anything that could or would burn was added to the pile — a fallen limb or tree was gold, but old fences, broken furniture, one year even an old tumbledown shed. And the higher the pile grew the more excited she became, counting down the days to Burn Night. There was. He untied it and gasped as he recognized himself. ‘Wow this is really excellent. Could you sign and date it please. I shall always treasure this.’ Rosie winced, thinking that sounded like life after Rosie. ‘Come up to my studio loft. I ought to use the same crayon to do that.’ ‘Do you have any self-portraits painted in the nude?’ Rosie was appalled. Why couldn’t he accept her work as the work of an artist, an amatuer but nevertheless of a woman who thought herself as an artist, without having. More

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