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Life is too short for boring stories

You were with me when I came back to me. I do not know how long you had knelt next to me, first in the snow, still kneeling as the snow thawed, still kneeling as the meadow blossomed again, new, virginal and untouched. Again and again it becomes new, and even innocence can be recovered. …

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