She had a box with a million red bandanas for him. She gave them to him one by one or by thousands, saying then she had not enough for him. She had languages and landscapes on her lips and the end of her tongue, landscapes of sunny hills and changing fogs, of houses falling and people within falling, of a left-handed man who died for a woman who went out of her mind, of a guitar player who died with fingers reaching for strings, of a man whose heart stopped as his hand went out to put a pawn forward on the fifth day of one game of chess, of five gay women stricken and lost amid the javelins and chants of love beyond keeping.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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