If she dies, they can close this whole show of a world, they can cart it off, unscrew the stars, roll up the sky and put it on a truck, they can turn off this sunlight I love so much. You know why I love it so much? Because I love her when the sun shines on her. They can take everything away, these carpets, columns, houses, sand, wind, frogs, ripe watermelons, hail, seven in the evening, May, June, July, basil, bees, the sea, courgettes…

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Greying by Gabrielle Wee.
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