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“I’ll put this here. Can you feel it on your cheek?” Ingrid asks as your scent hits my nose. She straightens the scarf, fluffing it up around my throat and cheek. The room disappears. All that exists is the soft fabric and your scent. I put everything into it and take a deep breath. Hold the air in my lungs until it forces itself out and I drift off again.
When the Cranes Fly South
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