It's past dark, but when you need the outhouse, you need the outhouse.
Isabel picks her way across the yard of her father's house in the moonlight, hoping to sneak back into bed without waking him.
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Etty doesn't fall sleep.
She doesn't usually have nightmares, but there's no time like the present.
She doesn't usually have nightmares, but there's no time like the present.
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Etty sits.
And cries, quietly, intermittently.
And at dawn she looks at the sun.
And cries, quietly, intermittently.
And at dawn she looks at the sun.
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That's good.
At least she isn't in physical pain anymore.
She tries the wing.
She makes a few false starts, getting lift and then not knowing what to do with it -
And then she's in the air, wobbly but aloft, and she smooths her flight and does her level best to travel in a straight line, away.
At least she isn't in physical pain anymore.
She tries the wing.
She makes a few false starts, getting lift and then not knowing what to do with it -
And then she's in the air, wobbly but aloft, and she smooths her flight and does her level best to travel in a straight line, away.
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Etty doesn't understand.
She turns towards the rising sun, flies that way, keeping it ahead of her -
She turns towards the rising sun, flies that way, keeping it ahead of her -
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She tries all the cardinal directions.
To approximately the same effect.
She half-lands, half-crashes into the lake in despair.
To approximately the same effect.
She half-lands, half-crashes into the lake in despair.
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Etty ignores them.
She floats.
She puts her head on her back.
She closes her eyes and she sleeps.
She floats.
She puts her head on her back.
She closes her eyes and she sleeps.
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