nd blue butterflies  six inc of trolling carelessly, urning o see t t too far be tance in front of to go on s.

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    “hy do you ask, Simon?”

    “Because I’ve been t. I’ve been t ? Do you mind my t?”

    “ one al, in a garden rees? Aren’t t, all t remains of it, ts lying under trees. . . one’s y?”

    “For me, a square silver shoe buckle and a dragonfly—”

    “For me, a kiss. Imagine six little girls sitting before ty years ago, doing ter–lilies, t red er–lilies I’d ever seen. And suddenly a kiss, ternoon so t I couldn’t paint. I took out my co tes only—it  on .”

    t t, and soon diminisrees and looked ransparent as t and srembling irregular patches.

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    time t of ly imes opened er a long