It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, li — Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
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It was too long ago; she couldn’t recall the feelings of love, only remember that she’d had them. A dried-out memory, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book.

— Sarah Painter, The Garden of Magic
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