Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure.
Related Authors: Maggie Stiefvater | Linger
Related Topics: hope, irony, sam
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