Je vous adore.
"I adore you."
He gazes at me, longer than most.
"What spices should I put in my milk?" She asks.
A chair and a glass of wine, appear seconds after I arrive.
An offering of freshly picked wine berries in the palm of his hand.
A lone, hot pink flower at the meadow's edge, gazing at me longer than most.
"Visit anytime, you're always welcome," he says.
Je vous adore.
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