#6, Novalee

In my mind she lives alone.

She has never existed in this world.

She is made imagination and hope.

Blue eyes. Raven curls. Freckles across her cheeks. Dimples and laughter.

She is ours.

The perfect combination of both of us.

Every good and beautiful future.

She is named.

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