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She considered his words—quietly pondering what he meant that Tamar didn’t like the name he wanted to call the waterfall—and placing the notion aside for now. Knowing her dear friend, it was likely that the woman wished him to search further within himself—Tamar had a way of allowing others to come to the realizations they needed with gentle guidance.

He was digging the den she wanted—but it was what remained unspoken that she wondered about—and yet she could not, would not, push him after everything. He was making a home for her—was it no longer a home for them?

“A garden will be easy to maintain here,” she considered, trying to keep the topic light—grateful.