But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. Nor my grandfathers both. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. He looked at her reproachfully.
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