Chapter Twenty-One

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I don't have the words to express my thoughts.

The sky will help me.

It's golden locks.

Coral drapes.

Blue.

Soft.

Blankets.

Drifting in the sky.

That's him.

Comforting.

Like a sunrise.

Sometimes like a sunset.

But still.

Neither are as comforting as his words.

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