"Like a necktie or a bouquet of flowers, an idea was best if one did not fuss with it too much"
"He was smiling again, his face alight, and Ivy knew her own expression was a mirror to his. Ivoleyn, he said, softly now, as if testing the word. And she replied, Dashton. Then their hands parted, but only so they might come closer, like two trees twining together to stand as one in a forest of green."
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Source: Galen Beckett (2010). “The House on Durrow Street”, p.206, Spectra
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