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... and reading some poetry on the wall.
"I cultivate a white rose
in June and January
for the true friend
who gives me his sincere hand.
And for the cruel one who rips out
the heart with which I live,
I don’t cultivate the thistle or the nettle;
I cultivate the white rose."
Aphrodite read the poem out loud, and his eyes shone and even got a bit misty. "What beautiful prose."
Hermes couldn’t stop smiling. He could see hi ...
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