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Title: those who thrive when days are bleak
Author/Artist:
liseuse
Recipient:
rhye
Rating: PG13, but only because of the swearing.
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): None
Word count: 2,050
Summary: The older you get, the more you're away, the less home feels like home, except in all the ways it remains home.
Notes: Dear,
rhye, I hope you enjoy this interpretation of your prompt (probably more the wildcard one than #3, if I'm being honest). All my thanks go to my wonderful beta,
wildestranger, and any remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone. The title is from Alan Hartley's poem 'Winter in Bishopdale'.
( The older you get, the more you're away, the less home feels like home, except in all the ways it remains home. )
Author/Artist:
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Recipient:
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Rating: PG13, but only because of the swearing.
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): None
Word count: 2,050
Summary: The older you get, the more you're away, the less home feels like home, except in all the ways it remains home.
Notes: Dear,
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( The older you get, the more you're away, the less home feels like home, except in all the ways it remains home. )