Totoka River and stood awhile in thought

papa?
lestan mayfair did not want to breathe.
he did not want to believe.
he did not want to do anything which might dash the hope of blossom which seemed to stand in a vision before him.
lestan did not know what was real and what was not.
the bird flapped and called.
the mayfair reached breathless, haunted, desperate arms to the gilded figure, sitting down hard in the sand as his tears overflowed once more.