"So it was you? Was it really? It's my favorite museum. I know
our eyes caught -- I remember it well -- but I thought you wanted to see
the drawing behind me, called "The Widening Spell".
That's why
I ducked. I also remember watching you
leave the room, a strand of your hair caught
inside your coat's collar. The rest, each tread, full of light.
(And of course I’m older than you)
Thank you for that poem.)
Laure-Anne"
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