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When they closed the door they didn’t know what to say.
He was away for so many years while she waited for him,
“I’ll prepare some tea for you, so you can warm up a little”
she said, so sad in her joy,
so uncomfortable almost scared. In a short while she returned
with the tray. A weightless bird with folded wings was amid
the steam of the cup. Their eyes met there. They examined each
other. He smiled and she started crying.
The wrathful blow of the wind, the sea, and the trees
were heard outside.
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