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To be the last thing she sees before she sleeps

Is there any single thing more precious?

I’m sick, drained and generally run down, and yet, to be the last thing she sees before she sleeps, to know the smile on her drowsy lips is from the sight of me, runny-nosed and bleary-eyed though I am, is simply beyond words to express.

There is magic in the world.

 

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