alarkling:“This isn’t right”, he said, and in his voice I heard desperation, a new and unfamiliar an
alarkling:“This isn’t right”, he said, and in his voice I heard desperation, a new and unfamiliar anguish. His fingers skimmed my neck, cupped my face. I felt no surge of surety. No light stirred within me to answer his call. Had I actually believed I knew what it was to suffer? -- source link
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