It was like cycling straight into an oil painting: into a canvas of sea and mountains, islands and shore, into a rainbow of colours as far as the eye could see.
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grey boulder while he skimmed pebbles over the surface as she had taught him on her last visit. There’s no rush, she thought to herself, we have this day all t
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Flora needed space to be alone with her grief.
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Isn’t it beautiful? So blue, so calm, and the sun is like a golden ball.’