"As he stood, Max looked first at the girl and then stared directly into the sky who was wide and blue and magnificent. There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully to the road. Clouds arched their backs to look behind as they started again to move on. "It's such a beautiful day," he said, and his voice was in many pieces. He let his mouth kiss her palm. "Yes, Liesel, it's me," he said, and he held the girl's hand in his face and cried onto her fingers."
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