*Louise**
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You don’t know where this lane goes to or what’s behind the stone wall.
There is water flowing somewhere near – you can smell it, musty and soft, tangy and sweet.
The flap of a bird on the wing. A ruffle of wind.
It’s almost night but you will follow the old road towards the light, hoping to catch it before the sunset fades away.
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