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9 июля 2015 г., 17:31
There was a hollow feeling in her chest. The house, the pond, the tree — it was all both overwhelmingly familiar and different from what she remembered — smaller and shabbier, somehow. It was like waking up to find that your reflection in the mirror had aged overnight, or had sprouted a new mole: You were forced to admit that things changed, whether you gave them permission to or not.
