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...ce yourself to relax, then let your sight loose focus. And there it is, a woman, right in front of you! You look at her, rising – and it is just a tree. Stepping closer, you reach carefully to a low branch, fingertips caressing a slender limb. Grey bark is cool and smooth; you lean on the tree, letting it cool your forehead. A cluster of leaves is within reach, you pull it closer, hide your face in it – then jump back as if burned. Their smell is…almost human! Grabbing the leaves again, you plunge your face in it, inhaling deeply – they smell like Julie! Dear God, how’s that possible?! They smell like Julie…Your love, your lover, your wild, unforgettable Julie! The love you lost foolishly, scared of the strength of your own feelings. "Julie" you whisper to the leaves, "Julie..."
Overwhelmed with loneliness and completely lost, you let your sight blur again. Perhaps the trick would work one more time, perhaps you’ll see Julie again!
No matter what you try tough, you are alone with the fig trees
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