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Today, an earthquake shook our island, sloshing water from our courtyard fountain, making birds cry out. As the walls of the house trembled, I shut my eyes, thinking: No, not yet...there’s still so much.

And I made up my mind to go out more, to get about more. With Kleis. We need more time together.

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How tall she is! With golden hair and mint eyes, she grows more like her fa­ther each day. I detect a restlessness in her nature. Is it because of what hap­pened, or because she is with me? Or do I imagine it?

Her shoulders stoop, her face is sad. When I speak to her about it, she straightens and gazes far off, her eyes worried. Perhaps we make a strange pair.

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Gems: 

A horseman on a gold agate, 

a Nike on chalcedony, 

a nude girl on jasper, 

a fighting lion on rock crystal... 

Sappho is enjoying her collection: 

the sun, in her bedroom, is all white. 

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