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Send a symbol to hear my muse talk about their
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She plucks a glass snowdrop from the row of flowers lining the tray, turning it between the tips of her fingers.❝I dream that he’s safe, & loved. Cared for.❞ She doesn’t say that in her dreams, she’s the one who raised Tristan. Her & Dunstan, together, free of this chain, of Sal.














