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They were walking side by side, but each was alone. What can I do to make him learn to see the world through my eyes? She had not imagined that it would be so difficult; instead of growing closer to her, it seemed that from day to day he drew further away.
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"Can you picture that sail disappearing on the horizon and me standing on the beach, watching it disappear?"
"Yes, I can," she said. And it was true; now, she could.
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Never would the light of that dead satellite be obliterated, and never would that bitter taste of solitude and eternity be washed from my life.

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And like everyone else, I smelled the sweet odor of roses and linden trees. Yet, I would let this springtime go by without living it. Here, a new rose had just been born; there, the meadows were strewn with the snowy petals of almond trees. And I, a stranger both here and there, would pass through this season of flowers like a dead man.
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He went down the two steps in front of the door and with long strides walked along the road which led out of the village. He was walking very rapidly, as if in the distance, beyond the horizon, something was waiting for him-a world entombed under a glass dome, without men, without life, white and bare. She went down the two steps. Let him go! she said to herself. Let him disappear forever'! She watched him striding down the road, and for a moment it seemed to her that the sorcery with which he had stripped her of her being was leaving with him. He disappeared at the first bend. She took a step and stopped, nailed to the spot. He had disappeared, but she remained the same as he had made her-a blade of grass, a gnat, an ant, a bit of foam. She looked around her; perhaps there was a way out. Furtive as the beating of an eyelid, something lightly grazed her heart; it was not even a hope, and even that quickly vanished. She was too tired. She pressed her hands against her mouth, bent her head forward. She was defeated. In horror, in terror, she accepted the metamorphosis-gnat, foam, ant, until death. And it's only the beginning, she thought. She stood motionless, as if it were possible to play tricks with time, possible to stop it from following its course. But her hands stiffened against her quivering lips.
When the bells began to sound the hour she let out the first scream.