[He reminds her of a boulder sometimes. Hard hands, a jagged cliff face of a head, an indescribable sense of immovability. The last, most important one isn't actually true, of course: stones crumble away with nothing more than wind and water and time, and even the steadiest people stop getting up when they're knocked down.
But for a moment or two, standing there and knowing he's there with her, she can lie to herself.]
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But for a moment or two, standing there and knowing he's there with her, she can lie to herself.]
Thank you.