/r/TwoSentenceSadness
I will always remember you as I saw you for the last time: silvery, a pale flame, drenched in cool rain and the dawdling, richly purpled bloom and aroma of the wisteria tree.
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Dennis picks up his poetry book, realising his art can reverse the devastation of colonialism over India.
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