[ The Modern Diner 
]
"Exhausted, she laid her head in my lap, and we wrapped ourselves in a shaggy cloak someone gave us, for the wind was cold; blown leaves floated on the river's grey surface.

"Winter's coming." I said.

"No," she said sleepily. "No, it's not."

"It has to sometime."

"No."

"Well, if winter..."

"Hush," she said."

---- John Crowley ---



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