The mummies were tossed into the collection. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. If he had eaten food, this wouldn't have happened. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so.
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