I thought about that photograph. The girl in the picture looked so calm, yet so lost. And the person who took that shot, how much must his heart have been aching?I carefully tucked the photo inside an old book and kept it on my nightstand. Every night before bed, I would take it out and look at it. I would look at myself in the picture, read the lyric written on the back, and trace the unspoken love hidden within those words.As the days bled into one another, I kept tending to my orchard and my vegetable garden, living a quiet life. The only thing different was that I had developed a new longing for Christian.… In the blink of an eye, twenty years passed. I was no longer that twenty-something-year-old girl. Fine wrinkles had crept around the corners of my eyes, a few silver strands streaked my hair, my hands were heavily calloused, and my skin had turned a sun-kissed tan.The apple and pear trees in the orchard had long since matured and borne fruit. Every autumn, the branche
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