This is doubt. She is hiding. ‘She’ is inanimate. There are telephone wires around her neck. They are slackening. They are in duel with the skyline. They are rustic with community. They are transmitting. They are speaking to each other. They are greeting louder. They are making plans. They are cursing at the mirror. They are applying sunscreen. They are congregating at the city centre. They are shedding milieus. They are looking to the river. They are breaking out of trances. They are looking to the mainland. They are fighting friends. This is doubt. She is in hiding.

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