So there I am, crashing through the high yellow reeds, pulled forcefully over the muddy path dotted with clumps of moss and scattered with branches, being led by my best friend, and teacher, Lucy. Who is my scruffy, spirited street dog from Cyprus. It is pouring rain. Buckets. And Lucy is chasing a hare. Because …
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