unfolding through the arch of the pink hawthorn, which opened at the height of my shoulder, the quintessence of their familiarity-so exquisitely painful to myself-with her, and with all that unknown world of her existence, into which I should never penetrate.
aldarrikatuz, elorri arrosaren pean, nire sorbaldaren heinean, berarekin, nik sarrera debekatua nuèn norbaiten bizitza ezezagunarekin, jende hark, ordea, zeukàn nabastarre etxekoiaren muina, niretzat hain mingarria.