The Devil of Boscombe Hill.
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The Devil of Boscombe Hill. The view from the top of the hill was stunning. I could see light rays being reflected in all directions by a clear water river, which meandered across the landscape. I could see the zigzag pattern of hedgerows segmenting the land, while herds of cows and sheep grazed at the rich, juicy grass. Above my head was a picturesque sky streaked with reds and oranges like a warm open fire. I felt a warm breeze hit the back of my neck and the damp, softness of the ground that sat beneath my feet. As I stood at the top of the hill my mind cleared of all impurities and time seemed to stand still, it was heaven. As I took a deep breath of the country air the smell of wild flowers and a bonfire burning nearby inhabited my nose. I felt isolated on the hill,...


