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Planting tulips the first autumn after your death. Eliana rated it really liked it May 13, Kelly rated it really liked it Mar 21, Lisa Bren rated it it was amazing Mar 24, Ninge Engelen rated it it was amazing Aug 15, Polly rated it it was amazing Oct 05, Em rated it really liked it Feb 21, Megan rated it it was amazing Aug 09, Brittany Lewis rated it liked it May 23, Nichole rated it really liked it Jun 19, Juliana Gray rated it it was amazing Jun 03, Alex rated it really liked it Feb 11, Michael Brockley rated it it was amazing Jul 22, Litsa Dremousis rated it it was amazing Jul 31, Mischele Jamgochian rated it it was amazing Mar 29, Laura Da' rated it it was amazing May 22, Karaline rated it it was amazing May 18, Gray rated it it was amazing Feb 16, Emily marked it as to-read Dec 01, Terry Everett marked it as to-read Mar 05, Jestine Ware added it Apr 05, Marie marked it as to-read Apr 17, Maura Badji marked it as to-read Jul 19, Elizabeth marked it as to-read Aug 26, Alison marked it as to-read Sep 06, Heidi marked it as to-read Oct 13, Marylin Haidri marked it as to-read Feb 06, Julie marked it as to-read Mar 03, Sophie marked it as to-read Mar 11, David marked it as to-read Apr 13, Magen Alexis marked it as to-read Apr 28, Tracy added it May 02, Jennifer Bradshaw marked it as to-read Jun 14, Lydia marked it as to-read Feb 25, Sarah JC marked it as to-read Feb 25, Mara marked it as to-read Feb 25, Claire marked it as to-read Feb 25, Krysten marked it as to-read Feb 25, Kelsey Breseman marked it as to-read Feb 25, Brenna marked it as to-read Feb 25, Petra marked it as to-read Feb 26, Julia Rocchi marked it as to-read Feb 26, There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.
Holly Golightly haunts the streets of New York.
Look into the distance. The girl is gone, and each diamond is simply a star in the dark.
Now the stars are her jewels, the night, her gown. Her reflection was elegant, slender and stark.
She toasted each dawn by strolling downtown to the diamonds that spilled like tears from the dark. Her moon river still leaps like a cat over rocks, her small voice floating its singular tune.
Slipping on shades to mimic the black for she knew that the party would be over too soon and that diamonds are lovely tricks of the dark. In each life, that solitary walk into a distance that is ours alone.