The painting flashed into my mind.
Flashed–and stayed there, glimmering before it faded.
But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.
The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.
Flashed–and stayed there, glimmering before it faded.
But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.
The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ A Court of Mist and Fury ]
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