Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. She snatched about in her mind. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk.
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