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A pile of patterned quilts and tan-sleeved pillows covered a broad bed. I wanted nothing more than to fall into that comfort. The smell of incense — that something ancient that followed the woman everywhere — surrounded me again, making me dizzy.
Teresa Wymore 🏳️🌈
✍ Posy Churchgate
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I can see it now - homespun comfort
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