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It was almost three o’clock, the most stagnant hour in the day or night.
Truth!
The injustice of need must bring us all together and not separate us.
The winter afternoons glowed with a hazy lemon light and shadows were a delicate blue.
Hazy lemon light
‘If you could choose the time in history you could have lived, what era would you choose?’
‘If there’s a little extra milk I think I’ll just have it poured over some crumbled bread,’ her Dad said. ‘Graveyard soup.
She wiped it with a dishrag and rinched his face and hands at the sink.
rinched?
