He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality.
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