I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.”“But you built me dreams instead,” Celia says, looking up at him. “And I built you tents you hardly ever see. I have had so much of you around me always and I have been unable to give you anything in return that you can keep.
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