“When someone dies, everything about them becomes past tense. Except for the grief. Grief stays in the present.” “Love is a promise. And promises you don’t keep are the worst lies of all.” “My nose twitches at a greasy sweetness. Familiar. Vanilla and mineral oil. WD-40. Someone used it to clean the gun. More scents:Continue reading “FIREKEEPER’S DAUGHTER – Angeline Boulley”
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A Girl Named Tommi 