"She had not known how to tell him that his loving whispers were always in her ears, like a story she’d been told, the story of a thing she did not des...

and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am
and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a pl...
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