Not only did she not believe in god, Clara didn’t believe in destiny either — but she believed in destinations, not the kind you dream of and read about in Lonely Planet guides and put on your bucket list but a destination that comes to you, and as it comes closer and closer, begins to seep into you and the idea that this is your destination gradually grows and becomes real until it arrives and then you know that this is it and this was your destination. And somehow you knew it. Just as you knew that love … love would tear you apart. Again. Would tear you apart … tear you apart. Again.

September 14, 2021 at 7:45am

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