The Oval Portrait
It was almost impossible to believe that she was just paint , that she wasn't alive.
"I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time..."
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I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time.
I never loved Bernice, even during the brightest days of her beauty. My loves have always been in the world of the mind.
Bernice was a Bernice in a dream. I never thought of her as someone real. Bernice was the idea of Bernice. She was something to think about, not someone to love.
Those hours of the night were like a page of strange writing that I could not understand.