I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around — Laure Eve, The Graces
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I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around us, so we told each other that we had to be close together, together in the dark.

— Laure Eve, The Graces
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