He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. She expanded that. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be.
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