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Bronwyn
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To see her brighten when I came in, find her leaning into me as we discussed some household matter, improved my lot in ways I cannot adequately explain. I had been happy, happy enough, but now I often found myself uttering a spontaneous prayer that went, simply: She is here, still here.
Somewhere, said Arne-Sayles, there must be a passage, a door between us and wherever magic had gone.