The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
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The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

— Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
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