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“1915. The year itself looks sepia and soiled-muddied like its pictures. In the …”

“With Tom, there had never been a door to close, only the grass to lie on, never…”

“Here was an unknown quantity-a child in breeches with a blue scarf wound around…”

“...no one belongs to anyone. We're all cut off at birth with a knife and left a…”