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Intro. On the first night in the old house, she still believed that the wind was playing tricks on her. The floorboards creaked as if footsteps were following her, even though she was alone. But already on the third morning, a fresh bouquet of wild flowers stood in the glass vase on the kitchen table – dewy as if they had just been picked.
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Intro. On the first night in the old house, she still believed that the wind was playing tricks on her. The floorboards creaked as if footsteps were following her, even though she was alone. But already on the third morning, a fresh bouquet of wild flowers stood in the glass vase on the kitchen table – dewy as if they had just been picked.
Mael
@Ariane
Mael