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Love is a tree with branches in forever with roots in eternity and a trunk nowhere at all

That is the kind of plant you are, displaying fruit too soon, and the winter will kill you.” —EPICTETUS, DISCOURSES, 4.8.35b–37

Sylvie could imagine William walking into the lake, feeling like a tablespoon of water that could no longer stay on a spoon.