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The  Beautiful Words

say, so she said nothing, and then they all felt the fine mist of 

rain, slanting sideways, like icy pins.

‘Oh, that’s cold. I  think it might be time to light the fire 

and think about lunch,’ said Fran, rising and collecting the 

mugs. Sylvie busied herself with helping clear the table and Kase 

hugged her again as they went inside. But her words sat within 

Sylvie like the dark stones glistening under the bruised sky on 

the beach outside. 

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