" Never let a man stay the night," she told me. "Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic." The night magic sounded lovely. Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after. I gazed at the white oleanders she had arranged on the coffee table that morning, three clusters of blossoms representing heaven, man and earth, and thought about
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goodbye.
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All the same, thanks Brenden.
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