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Skipping came naturally to her, just like a fairy said her father. Whatever the surface, she moved with grace. No one who watched her could fail to smile and wonder why. But society said she was strange. 1915 was her nemesis. Her father received his call up papers.

Strange said other children. Silent said the doctor.

No ropes were allowed in the asylum, but Sylvia carried on skipping. She stopped briefly only once, when she saw a piece of skipping rope. How many stones she counted, no one knows.

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