... The spiral stairs opened in a corner of the octagonal room at the top, and there was a big windows on each wall. It looked to Sarah as if there was more window than wall around the room; with the windows open, she felt like she was outside. They stood hand in hand looking out over the pine trees to the distant rolling horizon. Sarah had grown up in the suburbs, and the emptyness of the view was quite novel. As she looked out over the fields through the haze of an August afternoon, she realized that nobody was out there to see her; she was exposed to the world, but she had as much privacy as in her own bedroom ...
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