I almost wish we were butterflies, liv'd but three summer days, three such days with you could fill more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
--Bright Star
Always summer, always alone, fruit always ripe.
--Brideshead Revisited
There is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith, a new world, and I'll be waiting for you there. Yours eternally, R.F.
--Cloud Atlas
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