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i'm sorry to 'ear zat.
it was a simple answer to a not so simple question, and now ellie truly began to regret asking it. she goes silent for a long while, letting the song of the ocean communicate what she could not.
i am sure that wherever your dotter is, she is 'appy, she whispers it, almost, voice feathersoft and reaching gently to soothe in a way that was simply impossible. you said she is a year old now, hm? you know how kids zat age can be. maybe-- ah, i don't know.
there was so much to say and yet nothing at all. ellie lets the silence linger like an old friend in a doorway.