“There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain and the ones that left a trace of lemon on your fingers, the ones that were the color of blood, and those that were as white as clouds. Each one was sweeter than the next and as red as gemstones.”
“I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.”
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