Young woman in tears. Distraught. Young man guides her by her tawny copper elbow. She weeps, and is ashamed to be seen.
Tears, frowns, smiles, laughter: things we all do in the same language. Kisses, maybe.
Saddened all afternoon by her sadness.
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