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A little beyond her window

February 16, 2019

She couldn't see the river from her window. It was out there, somewhere beyond the vegetable gardens and the terracotta angels, past the grass strewn with rotting fruit (she always forgot to harvest, so the apples and the plums were returned to nature every time). The thought was comforting, for although she couldn't see the river, she knew it was out there, just a little beyond. 


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