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Walking
in
the
Ash
Grove
at
L
.
I
look
up
through
the
trees
.
I
see
an
aeroplane
in
the
blue
sky
.
I
know
it
will
crash
.
Later
I
see
where
it
has
crashed
.
I
am
frightened
to
go
on
.
A
girl
walks
towards
me
.
Minny
?
I
can
’
t
see
.
She
is
in
peculiar
Greek
clothes
—
drapery
.
White
.
In
sunshine
through
the
still
trees
.
Seems
to
know
me
but
I
do
not
know
her
(
not
Minny
)
.
Never
close
.
I
want
to
be
close
.
With
her
.
I
wake
up
.
If
I
die
,
no
one
will
ever
know
.
It
puts
me
in
a
fever
.
I
can
’
t
write
.
(
Night
.
)
No
pity
.
No
God
.
I
shouted
at
him
and
he
went
mad
.
I
was
too
weak
to
stop
him
.
Bound
and
gagged
me
and
took
his
beastly
photographs
.
I
don
’
t
mind
the
pain
.
The
humiliation
.
I
did
what
he
wanted
.
To
get
it
over
.
I
don
’
t
mind
for
myself
any
more
.
But
oh
God
the
beastliness
of
it
all
.
I
’
m
crying
I
’
m
crying
I
can
’
t
write
.
