Peaches is shaken with a tremor that is a revelation, a blossoming. She thinks how…how have I found this … this restoration … this departure? This false prophet … this coldness … this finality … beautiful finality, like a flower blooming … the colours so intense she can almost taste the vividness of the reds, yellows, oranges, spreading through her as life fades from her eyes.
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