The autumn rain had been pouring for a third day, turning the village road into a churned-up mess of clay and fallen leaves.
The autumn rain had been pouring for three days, turning the village road into a churned-up slurry of clay and fallen leaves. Anna was on her way back from the post office, wrapped in an old coat. In her bag lay a single letter from her sister in the city and a loaf of still-warm […]
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