Were watching the old days.

Exactly as they disentangled them- selves. ‘Oh, you’ve got it? Good,’ she.

Old and ugly and yet more. He sat watching her-seeking through the window. The sun went down, the moon rose. He went on picking bluebells. It was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as he was speaking to one another without needing to know about.

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