" And there they were: two dozen, in full bloom. Sent by a man to whom, in our whole half-hour conversation i had never breathed a word about flowers. An aria, a glory of peonies, as lush as hope. A cloud, a flock, white as promise. I nodded at them, and twenty snowy heads nodded back. Sign number 3." (28)
Love Walked In, Marisa de los Santos
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