A man hums a melody his wife brought from another world. A baby conducts breakfast from the crook of her father's arm. A songwriter credits a name no database will ever find. And in a small kitchen in a small town in a year that is both past and present, a woman holds her daughter and watches her husband burn the eggs β and knows, with a certainty that spans two lifetimes, that this is everything.
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