It is winter now,and the roses are blooming again,their petals bright against the snow.My father died last April;my sisters no longer write,except at the turning of the year,content with their fine housesand their grandchildren.Beast and Iputter in the gardensand walk slowly on the forest paths.[from the poem, Beauty and the Beast: An Anniversary]
-Jane Yolen
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