“A voice could be heard singing in the darkness.  A deep and wonderful voice.  And as it continued it was joined by a host of twinkling, starry voices.

After a while the starry voices grew fainter, while the voice of Aslan rose and swelled to the mightiest and most glorious sound. And as he sang, the sun arose, laughing for joy and spreading its beams across the land.

And that was the beginning of Narnia.”

from: The Magician’s Nephew – The Chronicles of Narnia.

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Frances Covey

Colchester, England