but you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea, to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.
June 29th
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Where the wolf seeks a pack, the kanima seeks a friend… maybe it’s lonely.
June 26th
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