I should like to relate this memory… but it is so faded now… scarcely anything is left — because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood. A skin as if made of jasmine… that night in August — was it August? — that night… I can just barely remember the eyes; they were, I think, blue… Ah yes, blue; a sapphire blue.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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