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She looked the way I’d always imagined women were supposed to look. At peace. Relaxed. A part of nature, like a stone or a stream.
‘Men love the idea of women.
Soon enough, the landscape would shift, the beck becoming a stream and the stream becoming a river. Then, one day, hot and bothered, this earth would become an ocean and forget all about us.
