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Love was real. The way she’d felt—the way she still felt—was a confirmation. There was something and someone out there. There was more. That her lifetime of restless wandering hadn’t been in vain. That her mistakes, her heartaches, her regrets, all led her here, to the place where he could find her.
The Many Daughters of Afong Moy
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