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He was overcome by an unexpected twist of tenderness at her awkward presence, at her solitude in that crowded shop.

They hold a silent liturgy of memory and shock.

hmmm

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

it's nice here. There are all manner of purple flowers, there is the shade of great weeping trees, that are golden – green leaves, rustling in the breeze, and a late August light falls over everything.

Sun, seeping through the blinds, filled the bedroom with a sulphurous light. I didn't know how long I had slept, but I felt one big twitch of exhaustion.

Sun, seeping through the blinds, filled the bedroom with a sulphurous light. I didn't know how long I had slept, but I felt one big twitch of exhaustion.