Flaneur

By NickMog

Alphabet

Her father had been able to read the countryside like a book. To him, the way a tree was shaped by the prevailing winds spoke volumes. There were sentences in the curve of the river and paragraphs in the layout of fields and paths. She lacked his knowledge but she had the same gift, She was already picking out, if not words, at least the constituent letters.

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