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warm now.”
He hugged her so carefully it broke my heart open and healed it in the same breath.
That night, after both children were asleep, I sat on the porch with rain ticking softly through the maple leaves. Oregon rain was different from Georgia rain. Gentler, maybe. Or maybe I was different.
Sarah called.
“She asleep?” she asked.
“Finally.”
“And Quincy?continue reading …
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