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He decided that April was the right time to look back. Just as the year was awakening from winter he drove down by the grotto and the saw mill and onto the highroad that overlooked the village. There were clouds across the mountains hiding the sea, pressing against the sun. For now it was still,… Continue Reading Wet Gabardine by Mick Fitzgerald
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