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^It is the last day of a leafed-out June.
What a tremendous journey.^

^One should go away long enough to know the cotton-soft contentment of coming home.^

🥺🥹 yes

^my arrow flying wildly over the straw target.

“That was your poorest shot of the day.”

“Oh, I’ve still plenty of room to disappoint.”^

I should steal that comeback 👀

^“What did you know?”

“That we share a tangled fate. No, let me finish. Independent of her father, independent of Hannah or Becca or anything, she—in and of herself—claims a portion of me. I want her here. I want her welcomed. I want Stonecrop to be for Emma what it is for Hawkes: a sanctuary. I want that for Emma.^

🥺

^“If Hannah and Becca were here, she could walk through the door of our friendship and hold down the last corner.”

The conversation stilled. Until, “Do you mean that?”

“Utterly and completely.”

Utterly.
And completely.
Islington would place me utterly and completely into some corner of his life that I don’t understand.^

please please please let this be a hint of his feelings for her

^Dust motes and stillness and late, late afternoon sunshine.^

^And it was not rue that I read in his expression, but some bitter herb all the same.^

Note to self from earlier: research these butterflies
- a small heath
- a green hairstreak
- and a marsh fritillary