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"Where's Loren?" he asked abruptly.

There was a great deal happening, much too fast, and Paul wasn't sure if he could move past it. He wasn't sure at all. His heart couldn't move so fast. There will come a tomorrow when you weep for me, Kevin had sung a year ago. He'd been singing of Rachel, for whom Paul had not yet cried. Singing of Rachel, not himself.

"Let her go," said Leila. "This was necessary."

There was a great difficulty in his throat, and his eyes were stinging. He wouldn't look back at the others. To himself and to the twilight he said:

And when June comes December

There was a great difficulty in his throat, and his eyes were stinging. He wouldn't look back at the others. To himself and to the twilight he said:

He tried to make himself into a bird again but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to do it so soon. He walked down the slope to the cottage. He went inside. She had left Finn's clothes and his own. He looked at the small things he had worn; then he put on some of Finn's clothing and went away.

"And so, in the middle of the banquet that night, Kevin walked out. Liane saw him on the street and she says"-Dave fought for control-"she says he was very sure, and that he looked he looked"

"Where's Loren?" he asked abruptly.

He tried to make himself into a bird again but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to do it so soon. He walked down the slope to the cottage. He went inside. She had left Finn's clothes and his own. He looked at the small things he had worn; then he put on some of Finn's clothing and went away.

The girl did so.

"What was it?" Paul asked tiredly.

And when June comes December

Made bitter by frost.

Made bitter by frost.

"Leila," said Jaelle wearily, "close the door and go away."

The girl did so.

"Love do you remember My name?

Paul sank into a chair, uncaring, for once, that Jaelle should see him as less than strong. What did such things matter now? They shall not grow old, as we that are left.

Kevin's own words from a year before. "Rachel's Song," he had called it. But now-now everything had been changed, the metaphor made achingly real. So completely so, he couldn't even grasp how such a thing could come to pass.

And when June comes December

Made bitter by frost.

"Love do you remember My name?

I was lost In summer turned winter

Kevin's own words from a year before. "Rachel's Song," he had called it. But now-now everything had been changed, the metaphor made achingly real. So completely so, he couldn't even grasp how such a thing could come to pass.

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