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Let us go then, you and I, when the road uncoils like a thought not yet spoken, past many trees holding their breath and houses that may never care to know us. The morning bursts here not with sirens and screeches but like an old sentence with refreshed vigour. Men and women are in a hurry though this is just a village. Schools, colleges, and offices beckon everyone like sirens on the ancient island. A decade has gone by from when you and I wa...
