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| Photo: Charles Moriarty |
'The
following day we met, by chance, in the local shop, a faded general
store with a freezer full of ready meals, a poor selection of wine, and
postcards at the till.'
'I
thought that if I moved out, got rid of all the furniture, all the
things that reminded me of him, that I would be able to start again.'
'...
the road stretched straight ahead, clouds hanging like paint in water,
rain moving in vague, billowing sheets on the horizon.'
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