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farewell to the shadowlands
Jack watches as she pours them both tea, and notes that there's something different to her--like the weight of the world's fallen off of her shoulder's ( Read more... ) -
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Dear Archibald Craven ( Read more... ) -
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Some days Lucy can't deal with her husband.
It's not a fault on either of their parts, and it's not to imply that she's angry with him, because she's certainly not ( Read more... ) -
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The hike to the castle is easy enough. It would likely have taken less time if Mary hadn’t been curious and wanted to stop and look at some of the older trees ( Read more... ) -
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There's nothing to do.
There's nothing to say.
Eustace let her cry and was kind enough not to comment on it, and Lucy--
Lucy came back to her room (their room) and sat with the dog (I'm leaving you too, of all things) and made sure her face was washed as soon as she could ( Read more... ) -
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Lucy's younger in her dreams, she thinks, sometimes, and sometimes she's older. And she's 9 and she's almost 19 and she's 35 all at once. All the ages she is and should be and some she'll never be.
She's still Lucy.
That's the only thing that matters.
She doesn't understand. Is the thing ( Read more... ) -
and sometimes when you fall
She wakes up.
She shouldn't, really, think of it as waking up, but that's most of what it feels like.
This is real. This is her aware and the air clear and crisp and mountains, always mountains, around her.
***Susan's there sometimes. Often. Not always ( Read more... ) -
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-What's the worst thing someone could do ( Read more... )