He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. But they did not know how good she was, how perfect she was. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. Death belongs to God, young man.
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