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The narrator is blind but he hears faraway voices� And voices tell him the story� And the story is a tale of sorrow�

Where is she suffering? I asked.
Everywhere, he said.
Perhaps a heart would be suitable? I eventually suggested, feeling with my fingers to find a tama in the tray and holding it out to him.
Is it made of tin? His accent made me think he was French or Italian. I guess he was my age, perhaps a little older.
I have one in gold if you wish, I said in French.
She can’t recover, he replied.
Most important is the oath you make, sometimes there’s nothing else to do.

One little mistake is enough to ruin the entire life.
There is a bride� And there is a groom� and there is a wedding� But despite anything the wedding is sad�

Gino and Ninon will be the first to dance. The bride, she will announce to him, is going to dance, would my husband like to join me? And they dance alone for everybody to see and remember.

Everyone wants to be happy but it is so easy to fall victim to one’s own mistakes and then there’s no happiness ever after.