![]() ![]() But now, the sun has flattened the land into submission, turning the greens to brown. ![]() ![]() In early summer, the pastures are green and speckled with yellow buttercups. In the spring, delicate flowers of pink and mauve and white peep out from their hiding places in the great expanses of rock. She’s been told that in the winter the jagged peaks of the Sabarthès Mountains are covered in snow. It’s her first time in the Pyrenees, although she feels very much at home. The cicadas keep up their unrelenting chorus, hidden in the shade of the dry grass. Below, the heat haze shimmers above the dented tarmac of the road. It’s warm, but she’s too thirsty to care and drinks it down in great gulps. The only touches of glamour are her delicate silver earrings, in the shape of stars, which glint like sequins.Īlice unscrews the top of her water bottle. Now, as she gets older, she sees the advantage of looking younger than her years. Dressed in cutoff denim shorts, a tight white sleeveless T-shirt and cap, she looks little more than a teenager. ![]() Her concentration broken, Alice stands up and stretches her slim legs, lightly tanned by the sun. She tucks them behind her ears and wipes her forehead with her handkerchief, before twisting her ponytail back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. Strands of hair, the color of soft brown sugar, have come loose from under her cap. ![]()
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