Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. I can’t afford to get behind.
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