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wandering in earnest
When they got to the edge of the concrete they looked out across the high grass, dotted here and there with nameless wildflowers: splashes of blue and vague white amid the dusty green.
Slower now, she said. And with less hunger in your steps.
Yes.
And then the wandering began in earnest.
Slower now, she said. And with less hunger in your steps.
Yes.
And then the wandering began in earnest.