An empty street, a broken-hearted, feeble girl, sad music, a standard closing for a troubled affair.
Dear Natalie, you have to walk, don't stay there, the street will swallow you. I will provide you with a needle, wildflower seeds, and a golden thread. Stitch your precious wounds and leave the grains underneath.
Time will come, you will maintain a garden on your peel, and love will bloom like a virgin volcano within your heart.

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