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| | The Sail |
 | | Parvati had always thought them quite beautiful, though she could detect a touch of fondness and a touch of sadness in their eyes as she got closer. |
 | | It was impossible for Parvati to tell if the man liked her or hated her, or was just curious about her and her history, but she was certain that, at this moment, he wanted her autograph more than anything. |
 | | The sail was an incredible piece of work, Parvati knew, though all who would see it, she had made sure, would appreciate first the melancholy that held it all together, and then the compassion that made it visible. |
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