The Time Traveler’s Wife

“‘She wrote me a poem,”Clare says, again, in wonder. Tears are streaking down her cheeks. I put my arms around her, and she’s back, my wife, Clare, safe and sound on the shore at last after the shipwreck, weeping like a little girl whose mother is waving to her from the deck of the foundering boat.”

from The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger pg. 342


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