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Martine:
[from her letter]
And I heard now for the first time the silver breath of wind and the ash tree whispering above me, as I saw the shadows of the slender leaves tremble against the skin on my leg; high up where the skirt was raised above the knee. The shadows of the leaves felt sweet on my skin, and I watched their soft movements touching me. I felt the shadows across my skin and I watched. Love Martine.
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