Persuing Thomas Fletcher - 1 Staring out of the window into the divide, the line that separated the sea from the sky, she let out a sigh, a sigh that summed up her day. The grey sky loomed down on the countryside as the sea crashed against the cliffs and the swallows fled south, overhead. The rain fell to the floor bouncing inches off the ground. She noticed the path slowly filling with rainwater and puddles forming throughout the garden. She looked on as the dull, winter-torn flowerbeds were engulfed with precipitate. The bushes swayed in the wind and the bald oak stared solitary down the deserted lane. The sky had gottenPersuing Thomas Fletcher - 1
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