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Chatterelle

27 июня 2020 г., 16:03

It was raining harder now and she was beginning to get wet, but it did not matter. She was warm inside. She turned and began running back along the dyke, thinking how strange it was - about being 'inside' or 'outside'. It was nothing to do with there being other people, or whether you were 'an only', or one of a large family -Scilla and Andrew, felt outside sometimes', she knew that now - it was something to do with how you were feeling inside yourself.