Perhaps it wasn’t as strong as in olden days, and perhaps it wouldn’t take much effort to stifle it, but the mere fact that it was there, and that it was the last time in her life that she would experience it—all this resulted in her no longer pushing it away from her, but welcoming it, wrapping herself up in it, and clinging to it as one sits and clings to the Sun’s last rays, in the fall.
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