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 | answ x3kqs0 er could be wrested from the stippled water or the cun x3kqs0 ning mountains, or even x3kqs0 the slowly drifting low clouds. "I collect cl x3kqs0 ouds ... the way a child collects something fa x3kqs0 scinating all too soon forgotten...nothing but x3kqs0 clouds," she x3kqs0 had told Lan. They were stan x3kqs0 ding on th x3kqs0 e sheep-grazed, cloud-backed South I x3kqs0 sland plain. "Then ya ca x3kqs0 n have all of th x3kqs0 is instead: Aote x3kqs0 aroa, the land of the long white cloud. This cannot be forgotten." "I've hea x3kqs0 rd the other expressi x3kqs0 on: the land of the x3kqs0 wrong white crowd," she answered, knowing she had ruined the moment, ruined the most generous offering perhaps another more pliable n x3kqs0 ature could x3kqs0 have hoped to receive. But The land of x3kqs0 the long white cloud. How lyrical and tantalizing the expression, and x3kqs0 how exhilaratin x3kqs0 g she found the am x3kqs0 azing land itself. After her regrettable comment there had been a moment of uncomfortable silence. He looked at her with those inscrutable, very extraord x3kqs0 inary Ma x3kqs0 ori-tinged x3kqs0 eyes holding something she did not want. She thought x3kqs0 it was pity. Don't pity me, Lan. I've ha x3kqs0 d quite a life...and still a ways to go, if I make it. He seemed to know himself so x3kqs0 well; an enviable condition beyond her will to achieve. She ha x3kqs0 d never fit comfortably anywhere, outside, always ou x3kqs0 tside and belonging to nothing. Disc x3kqs0 omfiture had become a catalyst for all her constant mo x3kqs0 tion. The moment she settled anywhere for any lengt x3kqs0 h of time the anxi x3kqs0 ety, the restless sleep and x3kqs0 threatening dreams, fell over her like a smothering blanket. That unima x3kqs0 ginable plac x3kqs0 e in the South Pacific had held her like no other, held her for a perfect pause, as he had held her. x3kqs0 There was a man who would not stand fo x3kqs0 r any x3kqs0 of her glibly spouted rationalizations, who mocked | |
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