He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. Forgive me?” She pleaded.
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