The Little Girl Who Was Too Fond of Matches

‰ЫПMy hands are full of grace, I don‰ЫЄt know if I forgot to say that, like the [N?]ovember waves on the pond, because I know the names of the months, too, all my friends are words. I‰ЫЄm always surprised to note that once the first gust has passed I can be so indifferent to what might happen to men here below, it‰ЫЄs my nature.‰Ыќ