One Tuesday morning in March, I woke up when it was still dark out and slipped out of the bedroom and then out of the house altogether.
The yard was dark enough to only be able to see shapes and shadows and little else, but it was only two steps down to the grass and fifteen more to the rose bushes. There were lights I could have turned on. I had passed …
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