| 31 | Where My Hands Were: Part 2

◈ Elion ◈

She doesn’t ask what it is.

That’s the first thing I notice. Standing on a dirt path at the end of the afternoon, the tree line ahead of us, the light gone orange all the way across the field—and she doesn’t ask.

Anybody else asks. Anybody else says 'what', or ‘is it bad’, or gi...

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