“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Elin said. A cupcake. Sugar. Butter. Cream. I will blow out the candle for you. Make a wish. Kate traveling with Averlee and Quincy down the two lane truck route toward an eagle she’d never before seen. Look there, in the trees and in the smell of pine, and the sharp, wintery blue sky, a tenderness, how perfect the cool, cool day, benevolence in her bones put there long ago by her mother. Look now, Kate pointing at an eagle lighting on its thickly woven nest, as wondrous as an early morning trip to the mountains, yet so close, in the bright flickering flame, to
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