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The day passed in a daze. She wandered the streets with Drew, chatting idly without saying much. They had salads for lunch that were every bit as delicious as the meals in the hospital room—and much more pleasant for the company and fresh air.
Sara tried unsuccessfully to narrate her experience in her mind, put to words the crispness of the brickwork and the precision of the plantings, the perfect greenness and blueness and overbearing sense of clean. She seemed to move through a rendering of the world: too perfect and new to be fully real.
Everything, from the width of the pedestrian avenues to the density of the crowd to the temperature in the air, was exceedingly pleasant.
Surely no one could control the weather?
Somehow the hours melted away, the way they did on vacation, slipp
