Betty Russell was sitting on her mother\u2019s lawn<\/p>\n
She had adored the lower lawn since childhood<\/p>\n
The large expanse of soft grass had once been pristine<\/p>\n
But now it was now covered by moss<\/p>\n
Much to Betty\u2019s delight<\/p>\n
Quite frequently when the air was dark<\/p>\n
Betty would roll naked on the lawn<\/p>\n
To enjoy the velvet dampness of green grown moss<\/p>\n
She was reading a book of poetry<\/p>\n
Written by a Canarian poet named<\/p>\n
Nicolas Estevanez<\/p>\n
And often I forget
\nall life\u2019s uncertainties
\nthinking of these
\nislands, the mountains
\nbeaches, waves. <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
In her mother\u2019s house in Arucas<\/p>\n
Tomatoes were drying in garlands<\/p>\n
On the verandah<\/p>\n
Betty\u2019s mother who was also called Betty<\/p>\n
Thought that they resembled peaches<\/p>\n
But knew that this was just a trick of the light<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Betty\u2019s sister who was also called Betty<\/p>\n
Was sitting on the dunes at Maspalomas<\/p>\n
With her brother Russell<\/p>\n
They were sketching the dunes of Corralejo from memory<\/p>\n
Betty was identical to her twin-sister in aspects except one<\/p>\n
The length of their hair separated them<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Betty\u2019s mother was in a bookshop<\/p>\n
Signing copies of her latest book<\/p>\n
Nudism for Conjoined Twins \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
It had become a bestseller in all the conjoined communities<\/p>\n
Around the world<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Conjoined Twins should be able to enjoy the wonders of nudism as much as their singular friends<\/i><\/p>\n
Indeed they are at a slight advantage <\/i><\/p>\n
As although nudism has long been recognised as a family pursuit many nudists are single and at times quite lonely <\/i><\/p>\n
Conjoined twins should they choose to do so always have a partner to speak to<\/i><\/p>\n
Which further highlights the delights of this pursuit<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
The butcher had told Betty that most of the beef that was enjoyed by the islanders was of a very high quality and imported from South America<\/p>\n
Pork and Lamb however was sourced locally as was rabbit<\/p>\n
Rabbit he explained could be successfully enjoyed cooked with onions red pepper and oregano and served in a piquant sauce<\/p>\n
This made Betty very happy as she adored cooking<\/p>\n
Her brother loved the timple which was a four or five stringed guitar and was made by hand by craftsmen on the island<\/p>\n
When his sister was cooking he would often sit on the high green stool and play simple folk tunes to her<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Each year at the end of November the three Betty\u2019s and their brother Russell would come together to celebrate the colour green<\/p>\n
They would wander slowly along a cornice road and discuss the colour in depth arguing on occasions and agreeing on others<\/p>\n
When not discussing the colour they would enjoy the magnificent views afforded<\/p>\n
They would always rent the same house near to the Anden Verde<\/i><\/p>\n
And stay together for six days<\/p>\n
Before separating once more<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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