and there were always those nights where she preferred the rain over people. Because the rain would remind her of how she should feel and people would remind her of the things she always wanted to forget.
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night.† It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
A career is wonderful, but you canít curl up with it on a cold night
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