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Counting every petal in sight…

“What are you doing Madeliene Rose?”

“I am trying to get up from this armchair Eduardo — I am exhausted.”

“What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I have been away from the village; I went back home for the holidays and now I need a 100 year siesta. You see darling, I have counted every time my mother’s large earrings have hit her cheeks and I have counted every furtive glance on the face of the one I fell in love with.”

“I have counted every flower petal in sight, while eating sandwiches on a rubble wall, and I have studied every face I came across on the cobble stone streets. I have witnessed every dawn and counted every star in the sky. I have followed every scent and counted all the rocks by the sea.”

“I have wondered about every thought I had and bore every mark of a familiar hand on my arms. I have counted every smile on the faces of strangers and felt every drop of rain on my face.”

“I have witnessed so many things darling, in so little time. I could not possibly ask for a better start to another year.”

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