My heart started to pound before I reached her. I could tell from far. She was one of those that come alive. Between the great wing and her shoulder I found the angle where she was a human being.
On the bus between Oslo and Gothenburg a woman was sitting across the isle from me. She had the stone angels profile. She was reading a book about zombies, and once she caught my eye.
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