Meanwhile Bellgrove had been savouring love's rare aperitif, the ageless language of the eyes.
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For what is more lovable than failure?
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To say that the frozen silence contracted itself into a yet higher globe of ice were to under-rate the exquisite tension and to shroud it in words. Th...
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The vastest things are those we may not learn.We are not taught to die, nor to be born,Nor how to burnWith love.How pitiful is our enforced returnTo t...
