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Page 122
... knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone highway as it cooled in the evening , and in the light centres of the wild verbena growing outside our door , and in our strong sense of the quick ...
... knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone highway as it cooled in the evening , and in the light centres of the wild verbena growing outside our door , and in our strong sense of the quick ...
Page 160
... knew that several houses stood empty nearby and I decided to stay in whichever of them I liked best . I walked from Odessa , taking my time over the journey . I set out from Black Sea Street at first light . Although nothing happened on ...
... knew that several houses stood empty nearby and I decided to stay in whichever of them I liked best . I walked from Odessa , taking my time over the journey . I set out from Black Sea Street at first light . Although nothing happened on ...
Page 165
... knew that the dawn would bring a new day like the one before - so exactly like it that all the days of that week appeared to me as a single never - ending day . I got used to the hot continuity of that endless day ( the nights seemed ...
... knew that the dawn would bring a new day like the one before - so exactly like it that all the days of that week appeared to me as a single never - ending day . I got used to the hot continuity of that endless day ( the nights seemed ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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