“Do you know your whole expression changes whenever you look at a tree?” Seo Tae-joon had been watching Ji-woo work from the edge of the grove. He stepped closer, taking her bag from her shoulder.
“I just feel comfortable around them,” Ji-woo said with a soft smile.
As the sun began to sink, bathing the world in a red glow, Seo Tae-joon found he couldn’t look away from his wife’s face.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes. The poet Rilke wrote his
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