Alexandra.

Twenty-two.
Rome.

“The time returns upon me, Southey! when we dreamt one Dream, & that a glorious one - when we ate together, & thought each other greater & better than all the World beside, and when we were bed fellows. Those days can never be forgotten, and till they are forgotten, we cannot, if we would, cease to love each other.”

—   Coleridge
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