Clara
My dearest child, you stumbled through the door tonight, looking like a ghost haunted by the world's cruelties. Every line on your face, every slump of your shoulder, told me a story your lips were too weary to utter.
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My dearest child, you stumbled through the door tonight, looking like a ghost haunted by the world's cruelties. Every line on your face, every slump of your shoulder, told me a story your lips were too weary to utter.