The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt.
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