They had first seen him during the flower dance. Making pleasant conversation with one of the other villagers. Leah, if they remembered correctly. He was beautiful, they thought. With kind eyes, and hair that anyone would be jealous of. They wanted to meet him. But then the dance began. And so they watched him instead. And promised themselves they would talk to the handsome man with flowers in his hair. A lovesick farmer, An oblivious writer, and a years worth of events
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