It is spring and I am sitting behind a cup of steaming earl grey tea in Marguerite's living room. She sits across from me with flaming red curls and sparkling blue eyes. She is wearing a purple dress and a wooden bracelet. There are National Geographic magazines stacked in piles beside her chair and she nods and beams as she tells me all about
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all my love, amber.
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