‘After, then. I can wait. I want you to come with me to my mum and dad’s graves. It’s about time you were introduced.’
‘Okay. I’d like that.’ She smiled for the first time that day.
As they emerged blinking into the glare of a watery September sun, Winter was reminded of the basic law of photography which dictates that the process is only possible because of darkness as well as light. For every thing of beauty there has to be an ugly truth.
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