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For me, a kiss. Imagine six little girls
sitting before their easels twenty years ago, down by the side of a lake,
painting the water-lilies, the first red water-lilies I'd ever seen. And suddenly a kiss, there on the back of
my neck. And my hand shook all the afternoon so that I couldn't paint. I took
out my watch and marked the hour when I would allow myself to think of the kiss
for five minutes only--it was so precious--the kiss of an old grey-haired woman
with a wart on her nose, the mother of all my kisses all my life.
“Kew Gardens” (CSF 91)
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