His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. "Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know. She spied him sitting on his armless black couch, his feet splayed as he stared at his television blankly. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. She observed the tides, amazed by how high the water could rise, almost touching the tops of the cliffs.
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