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“We have the geometry
of billows as prayer, the fen-
nel-scented sky, hoarfrost.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“If this isn’t real, he whispered, I’m better off with your knife in my chest. Yes, I’d marry you, a million times, over and over again. I’d do anything to make you happy. Or to just take some of your pain away. You think I’m important to you? You’re the center of my fucking universe. You’re the sun, Frankie. And fuck the rest of the world, because for a little while I got to look at the sun every day, I got to touch her and hold her and make her laugh. If you don’t think I see you, you’re not paying attention. Because I don’t see anything else.

Murray, J.L.. Hoarfrost (Blood of Cain Book 2) (p. 178). Hellzapoppin Press. Kindle Edition.”
― J L Murray