The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.
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The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.
“Our ferry’s crossing seemed to be taking longer than usual. From what we could remember of previous crossings, this seemed longer to us. Otherwise, matters proceeded in their usual fashion and things appeared to be the same, with none of us entertaining the notion that we hadn’t wanted to come.”
Joy Williams | “This Time”