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Time is playing tricks on Mary. Around her the walls are crumbling- all the houses are being pulled down. Why does she insist on staying, caught in a dream about a family, years ago, out walking in the fields after the harvest? And who was Sarah, that beautiful young girl, whose sister couldn't bear that she was in love? |
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