We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries. She still kicked herself for it. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day.
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