For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. Fortunately, I've secured the proof of my birth. . The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ’ Melusine stifled a giggle. ‘No!’ Melusine snapped as he tugged at the thing. I make no apology for not being with you now. He had, for the most part, been correct.
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