1. Performance
-The xx
"On the polished surface of the divine glass, chaste with flowers of snow."
-Basho
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I. Saint-Emilion
The door beckoned at midnight. The Count ushered in his lady guest of Valentine's night. She laid her divine crystal upon the table. He took her winter wrap & brushed off the blooms of fresh snow. She smiled warmly.
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