Excursions by Amit Gawande

He wished he could reach outside the window and feel the touch he dearly missed. He did stretch his hand outside the window. He did feel the raindrops spattering against his palms. But it was the touch he felt on his back that startled him.

It was undoubtedly Mary’s. #mbnov

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