—"A distant person has come near, he stands
silently, concealed behind the
darkness"
"On his neck hangs the garland steeped with the pain of
separation,
it gives out the undying
fragrance of a secret union . . ."
They walked slowly and separately along the gravel paths. The air smelled sweeter in the garden. It was warmer, too. In fact, now that they ...
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