#litterary

C'étais d'ailleurs une fille sans artifice, et innocente comme la courte vie qu'elle avait menée parmi les fleurs. Aucune ruse ne déguisait la ferveur de l'amour qui animait son coeur, et elle en scrutait avec moi les plus intimes replis.

He put an arm around me. "I know," he said,"I know." He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that is what he said and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, the weight and the dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the colour of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

Think