Until the poets run out of rhyme
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Grieve, grieve, outlive the sorrows until the heart makes peace with the things the mind cannot explain
Never forget who stood by you before the healing, before the better days, before you could smell a freshly baked croissant and experience the full breadth of human civilisation. Just got a new nasal inhaler. I am nothing if not a man of culture
A gentle sun overhead, a slow stroll through the park, hours among museum halls, and the eve eventually brought us back to a table set for dinner. Wine was poured, someone began talking. The rest of the night seemed content to follow
