Chapter 5
2. Dear heart, I was going away. Could you not have spared me an hour of all your bountiful day? No moment, no word, no flower to keep, not even a tear. My soul was so thirsty, dear.
2. Dear heart, I was going away. Could you not have spared me an hour of all your bountiful day? No moment, no word, no flower to keep, not even a tear. My soul was so thirsty, dear.
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