What is this folly chasing her to and trow, then running, then writing, then creating with her hands that which will last for generations to come, memories of comfort, of knowing, of deep rooted security in love and belonging, who knows what it is, she only know to treat it with kindness, with gentleness lest it becomes her friend and not her enemy
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