Vincent van Gogh The Olive Trees

Vincent van Gogh The Olive TreesVincent van Gogh Fishing in SpringUnknown Artist Ranson Apple Tree with Red Fruit
There was a faint knocking at the barn door, below the hayloft. He heard it pushed open.
‘Are you decent, Bill Door?’ said Miss Flitworth’s voice in the darkness.
Bill Door an astronaut is aware of weather patterns below him; they’re all visible, all there, all laid out for study and all totally divorced from actual experience. THANK YOU, he said.
Miss Flitworth looked around.
‘You’ve really made yourself at home here,’ she said brightly.
YES.
She pulled the shawl around her shoulders.analysed the sentence for meaning within context.YES? he ventured.‘I’ve brought you a hot milk drink.’YES?‘Come on, quick now. Otherwise it’ll go cold.’Bill Door cautiously climbed down the wooden ladder. Miss Flitworth was holding a lantern, and had a shawl around her shoulders.‘It’s got cinnamon on it. My Ralph always liked cinnamon.’ She sighed. Bill Door was aware of undertones and overtones in the same way that