"and there in front of her was julian, his eyes and ears closed to anything but livvy, her body cradled against his. she seemed a drift of fragile ash or snow, something impermanent that had blown into his arms accidentally: the petal of a faerie flower, the white feather of an angel's wing. the dream of a little girl, the memory of a sister reaching up her arms: julian, julian, carry me."
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