How quiet everything was this Sunday afternoon, how still. No horse and wagon clopped down the street, no… — Patricia Reilly Giff
How quiet everything was this Sunday afternoon, how still. No horse and wagon clopped down the street, no cart; no one stood on the corner talking. It was as if they were the only ones in the world.
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