“When I was seventeen I found a man, or maybe he found me. Away from home for the first time, out of reach of my father’s archaic restrictions and my mother’s culinary insistence, I cut off my hair, dropped my… — Nell Grey Copy Share Image
“I stood transfixed, the silence ringing in my ears. From the field of wild grasses; cocksfoot, tufted hair, wild oat, tall fescue, reed canary and perennial rye, their subtle shades of green, ochre and pink softly patching and blending in… — Nell Grey Copy Share Image
“When I was seventeen I found a man, or maybe he found me. Away from home for the first time, out of reach of… — Nell Grey Copy Share Image
“I stood transfixed, the silence ringing in my ears. From the field of wild grasses; cocksfoot, tufted hair, wild oat, tall fescue, reed canary… — Nell Grey Copy Share Image
