Now that lilacs are in bloomShe has a bowl of lilacs in her roomAnd twists one in her fingers while she talks.
T.S. Eliot, Portrait of a Lady.
Every story, three sentences. Three times a week. As simple as that.
Now that lilacs are in bloomShe has a bowl of lilacs in her roomAnd twists one in her fingers while she talks.
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