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Her feet hover an inch and a quarter just above the wheat field. Harvest time, with the sun striding atop of the azure sky. Her body writhes, she looks away for an eternal moment. He wanders for long days through the narrow streets of Valdemorillo, bowing his head over the roofs of two-story houses and looking far away to see the mountains, his head echoing with the sound of bells.