She found an old drunk wandering the streets. But God did not put you next door. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness.
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