“Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs. loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the hearth under their feet."
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"Poor the unhappiness out / from your too bitter heart". (Wallace Stevens)