Stanley’s pace slackened. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. "Do you know what you make me think of?" "What?" "As if you had stepped out of some old family album. “Uh, I think I might, Shari. Yes, of course. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain.
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