Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordl — Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordl — Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordl — Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordl — Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordl — Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordless expression I saw gratitude, and relief, and trust. I wanted, desperately, not to disappoint her.

— Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

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