Look at her, touching his cheekto make a truce, her fingerscool with spring rain;in thin grass, bursts of purple crocus—even here, even at the beginning of love,her hand leaving his face makesan image of departureand they thinkthey are free to overlookthis sadness.
-Louise Glück
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