"Greetings from France, especially from Brittany where I enjoy the beginning of spring with full of yellow narcissus everywhere. Well, I read Withering Heights some time ago and also cause I never wrote a poem on a postcard, well I don't know exactly but I feel in the mood to write you the first lines of this one:The night is darkening round me
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go."
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