When after so many hours I arrived to my home so much broader than before she’d been in it, I stood still wearing my backpack for I don’t know how long. I sorted my laundry for a frantic minute, then realized my hunger was strong. I foraged for dinner to find our leftovers, which then I combined for a feast. If this is the greatest love of my life, I haven’t lost in the least.

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