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STARS filled the window. A wild grape vine had grown around the little rectangle and a pair of its tendrils hung down and swung in the breeze like the dark pendulum of a noiseless clock.
"I'm not really crying," Elisabeth said. "And if I do cry, don't worry about it. It's not me, it's just something in me that wants to get out. Sometimes crying is all you have. It isn't sorrow. I am happy-"