But that mimosa grove-the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since-until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.
The excerpt reflects a deep sense of nostalgia and longing, as the narrator recalls an enchanting experience tied to a mimosa grove. The vivid imagery of stars, warmth, and sweetness evokes strong sensory memories. The mention of the "little girl" suggests an intense, possibly inappropriate infatuation that has lingered in the narrator's mind for decades.
Twenty-four years later, the narrator seeks to escape this lingering obsession by channeling those feelings into...
