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The shadows of the geraniums along the wall-- like the Emperor's daughter and retinue (loose sleeves and laquered parasols) pausing by the snow-filled lake-- shocked into silence by the silence. The April light starts to fade. Evening leans beside my quiet room. But if you can hear me now, Look up! The Princess and her procession are passing by.

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