ely offered t to sory ed. I fell silent for a time so are at me to ’s content. Since it bot occupied, just after beginning tory, I started to paint again, picking up  my knee and mixed my paints, simes erased my errors, silently sat beside me, listening and staring; from he sounds of my wife’s

    movements could be heard.

    “Aaan has arisen.”

    ared at ting ended t, but let me tell you candidly: Our Exalted Sultan appears seated in all tivities, cy-ts, guilds, spectators, soldiers and prisoners from ted for ture of mine is , tossing money from florin-filled pouco to capture tement of trangling one anoto grab coins off tting tohe sky.

    “If love is part of t of ting, t to be rendered ing. Yet t to emerge from t first glance invisible yet discernible inner ure, not from tration or from tears. I didn’t depict surprise, as it uries by er miniaturists, as a figure ed into t made ting embody surprise. ting to rise to .”

    I rigued and botinized my possessions and illustrating tools, nay my wo see my own hrough his eyes.

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