They were there the night the wall was drowned, in the surging of that tidal crowd: an old world made new on the same holy ground. She found him standing, looking lost in the shadow of St. Stephen's cross, and he closed his eyes and heard no sound but her breathing warm against his mouth. — vienna teng, st. stephen's cross
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