“And I was shown, too, a happiness so profound it didn’t fit within my chest and I knew I could never deserve it, could never be worthy of it. When she asked me, what I thought was this. How can anyone, ever, survive being loved so much? Finn I was clothed in a linen dress given me by the innkeeper’s wife. She did my hair with hands so old they trembled, but I loved them, these hands, for in them I could feel a life lived in sweetness and there was not a single regret in any of her wrinkles or h...er veins. She found heather in the garden to thread through my hair, and though the dress was old and tattered, I felt beautiful. Through the snow I was guided to the small cobblestoned temple. It was crumbling, stone by stone. I ran my hands along the rough edges of it, needing to feel it, to remember every tiny detail. We moved inside and I saw him. At the end of the altar. Waiting for me. I saw him and I saw nothing else. I had a sense that I would never see another thing in my life. I walked to him slowly, and I could see that in his eyes there were tears.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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