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“And once the kaleidoscopic whirr of the universe folded and felded and melted into the next song we gently opened our eyes and with a gentle gust we parted like parting lips like parting water drops like parting whispers in the wind's icy drift and her sweet dark hair and crisp white blouse and taut blue jeans floated away and drafted daintily down the stairs and I never saw her again.”