She shivers. ‘I can’t understand why anyone would want to live out there. You’d be totally isolated.’ 	I do. I could imagine waking up each day and instead of looking out of the window and seeing the moor in the distance, you’d be in the heart of it, feeling the wind turn, the storm rage, the rain lash, hear the plovers piping.
Sanjida Kay, The Stolen Child
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