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Everyone has moved away or died, but you are still quite young. You bathe each day in the salt sea, and ring your lonely shack with twined cornflowers. You are, it is said, expecting a visitor. If the others don’t speak of it, it is because there are no others. There’s no one but you, and you are too young to know how completely you have been beaten.