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It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
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The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
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