” “You will let us hear from you—let us know where you are, very soon?” Annabel called out from the step. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. She gave her lips to his without resistance. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy.
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