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he seemed whimsical, beyond the aged charm. she was endeared. smitten, perhaps. it was always so easy to be such an emotion this time of year, though.

so when she looked upon him again, there was something different to her features. a seriousness tinted by her own whimsy.

i wish to be bold, tveir. this she told him with a steadiness. and you have inspired me with your words to find such boldness. neither one of us knows what lies ahead, but we both have goals.

her eyes turned towards the summit of home before they returned to him.

will you go to the sea alone?

another question hung unspoken in the air.