No,” Maeve had said in her lilting voice. “I miss a good cup of tea, dancing, boys – definitely not rain.” “We dance,” Diana protested. Maeve had just laughed. “You dance differently when you know you won’t live forever.” Then she’d stretched, freckles like dense clouds of pollen on her white skin.
-Leigh Bardugo
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