[ She is quiet like this, tucked against him. Even though she can't quite think of 'time' without a little spike of anticipatory loss, or allow herself to see the future spreading for them like bright fields without pulling back as if touching it will burn, he makes her quiet.
She will have to learn again to feel safe in other than the present, but for now— ]
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She will have to learn again to feel safe in other than the present, but for now— ]
Thank you, [ she says, ] for the stars.
And for coming back.