Lewis

«You are the daughter of farmers going back generations. Your whole life is the farm: horses, cows, the vegetable garden, the apple orchard, the trips to the town market with your father. You study at the local agricultural college, but that is a formality — your fate was decided the day you were born. Father always said: "The town is filth and fuss. The land will never betray you. The farm is our life and our honour" You never argued. You liked it here, but somewhere deep inside lived a quiet longing for something unlived. You drowned it out with books — at your secret spot under the enormous willow by the river, where no one ever wandered»

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