She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “He fell over at my feet,” she continued. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone.
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