The cold stream in summer was as clear as a mirror. She stepped on the soft pebbles with her bare feet, her white skirt fluttering in the wind, while he sat on the stone pier on the shore, looking at her tenderly. His love was turbulent at this moment, but the calm scene shrank this love in the cracks of the stone.
Both men understood, without saying a word, that he had closed his eyes and slept forever.
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