270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid.
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