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After lunch she would drag her rocking chair to the window of her private drawing room (mist and gloom, the scorching, damp wind tearing itself open on the agaves or pushing the chestnutcoloured leaves under the almond trees ; swollen, leaden clouds blurring the green brightness of the sea)
Laura Lonsdale • The Island
The School of Essential Ingredients (A School of Essential Ingredients Novel)
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