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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.