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Good evening.

Welcome to send me to sleep.

The world sleepiest podcast.

I'm your host, Andrew.

I'm here to help calm your mind

and send you into a peaceful night sleep. Tonight I'll be reading chapters 11, the nest of the missile thrush and 12 might I have a bit of earth from the

secret garden by Francis Hodgson-Bennett.

So let your eyes fall heavy,

and your breath soften as we settle in for a peaceful night's sleep. Chapter 11, the Nest of the Nest of the Missile Thrush.

For two or three minutes he stood looking round him, while Mary watched him, and then

he began to walk about softly, even more lightly than Mary had walked the first time she had found herself inside the four walls.

His eyes seemed to be taking in everything, the grey trees with the grey creepers climbing over them and hanging from their branches.

The tangle on the walls and among the grass, the evergreen alcoves with stone seats and tall flower urn standing in them.

I never thought I'd see this place he said at last in a whisper.

Did you know about it? asked Mary.

She had spoken aloud and he made a sign to her.

We must talk law, he said, or someone will hear us and wonder what we're doing here.

Oh, I forgot, said Mary, feeling frightened and putting her hand quickly against her mouth.

Did you know about the garden?

She asked again when she had recovered herself. Dickin nodded.

Martha told me there was one as no one ever went inside, he answered.

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