"I'm.. sorry." His words are raw, gravel on the wind. "What?" Her single exhale. She looked at him then, the question burning her tongue as it fled her mouth; his eyes struck the horizon with a sudden determination; hair sculpted away from his face, vague specks -momentarily vulnerable - flecked his forehead. - halloween in avonlea!! riddles, mazes , sabotage and more xx // #6 in fred wright book cover art after: ClareElsaesser, on etsy (found on pinterest)
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