She's a gypsy. She can trace her lineage back far beyond my knowledge of such things. I'm outclassed, in other words: under-mysterious, and therefore useless in these matters. What is the difference between taking one flower and taking them all? Everything is contingent.
Suddenly I'm profoundly worried about her. Not for the moment, but for the rest of her life. Let her have her blue flowers, I think.
But she's off somewhere else now, dancing through another part of the graveyard.
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