“You look silly, Mom.” Forrie laughed. “Looks like you’re saying goodbye to a tree.”

  “I am, Forrie.” By themselves, echoing in the darkness, the words struck her with the authority of a private, solid declaration. “I am.”

 

 

  Susan Vreeland, What Love Sees

 

 

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