Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. And, after all, a fine clear sky of bright colors is the signal to come out of hiding and rejoice and go on with life. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it.
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