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I turned to Bella and saw her head was tilted in apparent confusion. “It’s the safest time of day for us,” I explained. “The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way… the end of another day, the return of the night.” I allowed myself an awkward smile for her benefit. “Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?”
Olympic National Park, Washington
Rosalie's 1957 Chevy Bel Air