The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. Disperse in every direction. “But—your people!” she gasped. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep.
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