I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. — Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. — Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. — Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. — Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. — Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
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I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
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