5. For the ants and the grasshoppers, her hair was a temporary refuge from the merciless sun. But alice was so exhausted, she did’nt care. 1
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8. She flew strapped to her seat, like a free bird. For a moment she was at peace. She remembered, from a corner of her mind, a memory, she was laughing, and her father caught her safely. That trust which made her laugh in mid air then, came back, the trust in the unknown, the trust in hope.