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The world in which that summer night my husband fought and stayed, and not for fear or stubbornness are confusion, but for one passion, despite everything. This is my story in which she stayed for me. What is one to make of love? -ASG

I had lived like a woman who's lonely house, it was rumored, had a treasure buried in its walls. It was enough to dream of it, but once those walls had been torn down, the room strewn with plaster, I could not live there.-ASG

I had lived like a woman who's lonely house, it was rumored, had a treasure buried in its walls. It was enough to dream of it, but once those walls had been torn down, the room strewn with plaster, I could not live there.-ASG

That particular day had a noisy, foreign beauty to it. Italian churches and cement temples white and pink beside the ocean, fragrant eucalyptus, spiny century plants and yucca, I'll let from the west by the bright clear sun. -ASG

That particular day had a noisy, foreign beauty to it. Italian churches and cement temples white and pink beside the ocean, fragrant eucalyptus, spiny century plants and yucca, I'll let from the west by the bright clear sun. -ASG

It may be a childish torment, but we do not get to choose our demons.-ASG

The next day, I made my last atonement.-ASG

It was as if part of the body was stirring, moving very slowly to rouse the rest. Some change was coming; I was part of it. The way we lived would not do, would not hold.-ASG

But I have signed their names to this story. I have signed all of our names. How else will we be remembered? -ASG

The memory of that day. I wear it like a string of pearls. -ASG