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the entire construction blushed a truly disgraceful peachy-pink at sunset and dawn.
Montse saw that the Señora sometimes grew short of breath though she’d hardly stirred. A consequence of snatching images out of the air—the air took something back.
it is the custom here to exchange books and roses each year on April 23rd.
the quivering of his trouser cuffs the only visible sign of his emotions.
There are people who are drawn to secrets as ants are to jam.
A library at night is full of sounds: The unread books can’t stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.
Tyche’s beauty is interestingly kinetic; it comes and goes and comes back again.
