She found an old drunk wandering the streets. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. Not so bad. “What do you mean?” Lucy asked. I want him as my friend. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness.
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