Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. ‘You can’t go to England. Austin. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground.
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