i started to imagine just a little fantasy thing, because this was norfolk after all, and it was only a couple of weeks since i’d lost him. i was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and i half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything i’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and i was now standing here in front of it, and if i waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until i’d see it was tommy, and he’d wave, maybe even call.

cok uzun oldu ama pek guzeldi sanki.

never let me go - kazuo ishiguro 

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