I thought of Emily, wondering what she’d say if she could see me now. The words of one of her poems came swiftly to mind. The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. Alone in the night with Davis and his dog, quietly enjoying a fire, definitely felt like an ecstatic experience, even if I knew it shouldn’t. And though I came to town to break my habit of longing for love, I suddenly felt badly for Emily, who’d never had any known lovers. How awful, for a woman who felt things so deeply, to have missed out on the wonders of romantic love and its incredible
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