Three Sisters

Pungent. Earthy. I noticed a fine crop of mushrooms growing by the steps leading to the Creek and was suddenly overwhelmed with a mad urge to run off to Victoria, jump on the first train and then make my way to Moscow. Yes, it has to be by train … Tea in samovars, cherry jam, the endless horizons … an indescribable longing to escape. My spies tell me that after the hot summer and damp weather afterwards they have gathered a bumper harvest of mushrooms in Moscow this year …

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