One would think that after so many moons, the den she slept in every night would have slowly become
One would think that after so many moons, the den she slept in every night would have slowly become home again. It wasn’t quite there. The older she got, the more she thought about it. The more she thought about it, the more cemented the space became. Not… scary, per se, but heavy. Significant. Her mother’s last breath happened in there, after all. -- source link
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