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1 through 1. All the turnkeys were assembled. We all get deceived sometimes. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. “You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He asked, incredulous. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. “I wish he had,” she said. But her tears had been for Leonardo’s expulsion, and the loss of his companionship.
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