They walked along in a comfortable silence, him picking flowers and quietly humming to himself, before he looked at the bright orange sky and concluded that it was getting late. With the sun sinking low, the shadow of the mountains had begun to engulf the local village and the cicadas were begining their evening songs. ''Shall we turn in lass?'' he said picking another rose and placing it in the middle of the bouquet.
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