Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind — Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
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Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

— Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
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