We bought the present in the department store and walked ildly through the cold towards our home, arm in arm, silent in thought. Halfways we stopped by the florist and Mr Nilsson came out into the street and showed us carnations and lilies. He was just as silent and strangely absent as we were but went to great lenghts to show us his goods. We nodded our goodbyes, satisfied that we hadn't been seriously distracted. I turned my head once and saw the florist arranging some flowers in buckets out on the pavement, very content, very much in a place of his own.
Basil Kirchin & John Coleman - A Time For Loving
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