” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. The lad hesitated. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing.
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