16 ¦ Andrew
She gives me a wistful smile,
And I reach across the table,
Squeezing her hand.
"Always, Ravella."
My heart expands until
It fills the room.
"Perhaps we can do
Low-level valley walks
Until I find my mountain legs?"
She gives me a broad grin.
"I'd love that, Drew."
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