It was the language of Love that joined us together from two different countries. Life and works
separated us now. First time ever, I got a letter from her. The letters trembled and fell from the patchy paper in my hand as I tried to decipher what seemed Latin. Once all of them had fallen, the blank paper revealed her lifeless eyes bleeding in pain in a foreign land. Then, I knew I need to buy wings.
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