Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down. — Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down. — Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down. — Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down. — Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down. — Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
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Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down.

— Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
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