"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle
for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower.
I will-"
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know
how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him
once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
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