It was Celeste’s idea. Not all of us, but some of us. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. 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. They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. ” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. You come with those clear eyes of yours, as valiant as an angel. You are always doing something for nothing, and that is why I love you.
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