'Then came the yew, the branches bowed with frost, your sword sweetly at my throat. Then the dragon and the grail, the courtyard queen, the bier and the book.'
'God, please, don't ask me to write it all down again.'
'It's your turn to tell it, love.'
Omg omg omg no I can't do this. I feel like I've cried enough already
— Apr 16, 2026 09:30AM
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