“It’s like traveling with the
vanishing hitchhiker,” Miran said, as his hand clenched the steering wheel. He watched the traffic with a steely gaze that told Soliva he was holding something back. Wind buffeted the car out of the lane as they drove; she listened for a while in silence, absorbing the peaceful feeling of someone else being in
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Miran reflecting on his relationship with Soliva.
Soliva alone, contemplating
Olim dealing with her grandmother’s passing
Olim and Miran talking about love
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I told you, very interested in the story you are beginning to piece together!
I've written my piece and it's in my journal. I've reread it about three times now... So I suppose it is time to link to the thread... oooh the stress!
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Course, you already knew that.
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