There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. It is not at all what I expected either. But she had loved the man. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. All I had to do was to piece them together.
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