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“Sein Gesicht war so perfekt, so rein und makellos, als wäre es gemalt, erschaffen von einem begnadeten Künstler, der nie an etwas anderes gedacht hatte als an ihn. Ich betrachtete seine Lippen und zeichnete sie in Gedanken nach. Sie waren geschwungen wie die Kurven eines Herzens, wild und natürlich, so wenig künstlich wie die brechenden Wellen auf seiner Haut oder mein Lächeln auf seinem Herzen.”

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Der Mond auf ihren Schultern: Meer der Kälte

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