When I glanced over at Desiree, I didn’t see her face. Instead, I saw the two of us in a pleasant hours-long conversation. I saw us skipping rocks at the lake shore and planting an apple tree and driving high into a range of handsome mountains. I saw us gleaning clear blue sapphires from fine gravel and making tracks side-by-side across fresh white snow on a day of pure sunshine.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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