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stretched there on the grass to look at the sky and at the dove which passed above overwritten: them their heads.

They had reached the right point, they could have held each other tight they could have kissed like flames in the fire and madly they could have blended they could have sighed, wept, laughed; but nothing did they do crossed out: but except to wait, absorbed & still like snow upon the mountain flushed by the sun which, setting, tears from everything a cry of [[crossed out: sorrow] pain

Who knows! Doubtless they were afraid that, touching each other even with their breath, they'd vanish each was for the other a colored bubble of soap; a rainbow-colored bubble;