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In a bleak wilderness two figures lie together, wrapped in a giant coat. A wind is blowing, worrying at the landscape, tugging at the fringes of the coat. One of the figures is awake, the other asleep. She rises. It's over, and all that is left to do is to move on. At the end of love, all that remains is the act of separation, the first tentative steps out into the silent lands. |