Aunt Else and Auntie Grace stood in their doorway, ceremoniously, to watch me go, and I felt as if I were a ship with their hope on it, dropping over the horizon.
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Aunt Else and Auntie Grace stood in their doorway, ceremoniously, to watch me go, and I felt as if I were a ship with their hope on it, dropping over the horizon.
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved