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~Letters from the Monastery: I: Confirmation
of Darkness: VI~ She met him in a lightning storm, captured, ran away
with his heart. Years grind our dearest dreams to dust. They become clouds to
confuse and confound us. A poor lover, he struggles desperately to recapture
what were, perhaps, only thoughts of a blind man who believed for a moment he
could see.