A warm early-southern-spring day. You can smell the green.
It just might be a porch-sitting (and porch-thesis-writing) kind of day.
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"She immediately stepped into the wardrobe and got in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of course, because she knew that it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe."
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