The following day, the young lady of refined sensibility came across Mr. Gurdjieff again, on the same bench he had occupied the day before. The roses were of course still in bloom; but in pursuit of beauty (and perhaps temptation?) prodigious orchids had added themselves to the botanical extravaganza.
Mr. Gurdjief was once again writing poetry when she …
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