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Her eyes were like coffee beans, and, when she laughed, they really did seem to crackle like roasting beans. She had charming, translucent little ears beneath luxuriant dark hair; like pink cyclamen nestling in moss, I thought. She had bare arms, soft and smooth; they must be like peeled peaches to the touch.
Ok cute!
Marvellous morning air: one could still taste the dew of the night in it, the breath of the loosened soil, the smell of the blossoming fields; one was enveloped in the warm, sensuous steam of snorting nostrils.
It is never until one realizes that one means something to others that one feels there is any point or purpose in one’s own existence.
A wind-still, transparently hot day hung like a golden web over the summery countryside.
Things half done and hints half given are always bad; all the evil in the world comes from half-measures.
