A mladic je dugo ostao sjedeci pored bunara, shvatajuci da mu je jednog dana vetar zapuhnuo lice mirisom te zene i da ju je voleo jos pre nego sto je saznao da ona postoji i da ce ga ta ljuba nadahnuti da pronadje sva blaga ovoga sveta.

I felt Red’s arm close around me like a shield against the rest of the world. His mouth was against my hair, and his heart thumped violently under my cheek. I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.

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