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Transatlantic cruises: she was going somewhere, but where?

I was seated next to her at dinner, her husband on her other side. Her hair was silver and short, her large eyeglasses in a frame that faded from blue to green, as did her dress. She–they–were in their sixties, … Continue reading

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