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By galadrial Date: 2004 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.02.23.41.23205]] |
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what shall I get you, he asked not really thinking as they walked the park path. And she did not pause--- did not even break stride. "Bittersweet" she said, "enough to make a wreath". And he could have gathered it right then, at a cost of only his time, but instead he explained why it was such a bad idea, and quite a bit of trouble, besides what did she know of making wreathes? Then he walked calmly quite pleased to have laid the matter to rest, but he did not see her face, did not read her eyes and never once did he ask himself why after all those years all she could think to ask of him was a gift of bittersweet. |