the flower grower, the gentle heart
Elain had always been gentle and sweet — and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light. Perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. To fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. And now nothing remained.
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Happy first official day of Autumn 🍂
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I wouldn't I wouldn't I wouldn't I WON'T
[Companion to Sam's]
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