Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis
The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing ' to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from ' my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.
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