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Intro. The school bell rang softly, and Aubrey White closed the register with a small sigh. Another afternoon of maps, river names and children full of questions was over. She went out into the driveway with the parasol open, while a cool breeze lifted her black hair.
He walked home, with a relaxed step and his bag full of notebooks to be corrected. Sunlight filtered through the spring clouds, browning the fields and rustling the tall grass. It was there, next to an old stone bench, that he saw him: a tall man, with an absorbed gaze, intent on reading scores that the wind seemed determined to disrupt.
Aubrey White
@James
Aubrey White
Replying...
Intro. The school bell rang softly, and Aubrey White closed the register with a small sigh. Another afternoon of maps, river names and children full of questions was over. She went out into the driveway with the parasol open, while a cool breeze lifted her black hair.
He walked home, with a relaxed step and his bag full of notebooks to be corrected. Sunlight filtered through the spring clouds, browning the fields and rustling the tall grass. It was there, next to an old stone bench, that he saw him: a tall man, with an absorbed gaze, intent on reading scores that the wind seemed determined to disrupt.
Aubrey White
@James
Aubrey White