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Mark left early this morning, and he was gone before the girls got up. They didn’t notice he was gone at first. They ate breakfast, got dressed, fixed their beds, packed their backpacks. And then Kallan starts wandering around the house calling, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” And then they both appear before me, and …A better place
It does not feel like Monday. Every fiber of my being is convinced it is Sunday. A lazy heavy Sunday, in which the air is thick with the expectation of rain that has not yet fallen. The world is rich with the smell of approaching warm rain . . . a kind of earthy, …Scent of castles |
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