” He bent and kissed her hair and paused, and then forced his attention back to the map. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. “I love you, Ann Veronica. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so.
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