Live in BCS #453: "Mother’s Hearth" by W.A. Hamilton.
"The roll was light and fluffy, and the soup had a homey warmth to it. Everything the woman served seemed to be just what Sigrun had wanted. “It’s something I’ve always dreamt of,” Sigrun found herself saying, not sure where her words came from. “But also, I never allowed myself to dream of it. Does that make sense? A family of my own. And then to come so close and discover I cannot...”"
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Mother’s Hearth by W.A. Hamilton
The roll was light and fluffy, and the soup had a homey warmth to it. Everything the woman served seemed to be just what Sigrun had wanted. “It’s something I’ve always dreamt of,” Sigrun found herself saying, not sure where her words came from. “But also, I never allowed myself to dream of it. Does that make sense? A family of my own. And then to come so close and discover I cannot...”







