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my love,
we are still a child despite time passing by; we yearn for little things like the notion of someone reading us to sleep till the candle melts into a puddle of time. 

and so i hope that you will feel the solace of someone tucking you in bed and telling you bedtime stories through the stories i've written. praying that my words will find their way into your heart.

most ardently,
anya