"The young composer, working that summer at an artist's colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands looked at him directly when she made amused and considered answers to his questions. One
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~mimi:)
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