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Show fell across the upland pastures like a scarf if she had seen it-the blue scarf that came unloose from her throat that morning, and fell across the white field of her pillow. The most beautiful moments are beyond our reach. And nothing is more ordinary than a girl in brown shoes walking down the street as it begins to snow. Or love, which comes mysteriously back to us. And yet, as is always the case, it was just so-and it asks the question of what happened before all this time we've been waiting, and drawn in so close around ourselves, and at every moment turning farther in, with an enthusiasm we have rarely known in the past. |