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October 7 - October 9, 2024
Her grandmother was the anchor that kept her grounded and the string that let her fly.
She hated the way he was close, but still not close enough. She wanted to sink into him until she didn’t know where she began and he ended.
His voice was a recollection, the siren song of the past, and damn it all if she didn’t want to climb inside it and live there.
He looked like a permanent fixture. Like he’d been wandering around in a fog and had finally found the lighthouse.
How easy it would be to pretend to be her age. With normal worries.

