“What can one say?” she exclaimed. “All right, Dunster,” he said. You have been burning paper, I see. I have given up painting. “I am going to break a covenant,” he cried. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. Like the flaws of an old marble.
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