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I sat down at my desk, put a stone from
Paxos on the HERMES flyer, and looked at the Vermeer girl in the
postcard, the two books, and the print over the fireplace. The look
on her face always made me think of Luise von Himmelbett who lived
with me two years and left me nine years ago. There's a photograph
of an olive tree among the stones of my desk; when Luise left she
wrote on the back of it: ... |
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