Reading The Inn Side Shop, a #cozy novel about a teen who takes over a magical shop at a crossroads. He begins to learn alchemy, sells potions to adventurers, then learns a potion of his saved one of them & is moved by it:
“Someone was alive because of me, and with my face still in my hands, I began to weep.”
I’d never think to use the word “weep”. Cry, sob, tear up, bawl, maybe even wail, but not weep. Perfectly good word, just… too soft? Not my style? Curious. 🤔



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