The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. ‘What was Leonardo to you?’ Melusine was instantly on the defensive. .
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