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A house of stone and linen curtains
tinted by rays of light and dust.
The ocean, stretching to the horizon,
peers through the window.
Inside the house, a virginal woman;
her ashen hair, teased by winds from the high seas,
dances with the evening.
On the table,
her old, well-folded trousseau
catches her eye
just as the night birds start to sing.