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Tonight, the phrase had come back unbidden while she sat with a half-written message to an old friend and a tea gone cold. Brianna smiled at the memory: the original melody was crackling on an old cassette in a box in her mother's attic—sunburned polaroids and costume jewelry jammed around it. Her mother had hummed it in the kitchen when she was small, stirring semolina pudding with one hand and running a finger along the rim of a cup with the other. Brianna could still see the tilt of her head, the small laugh at something that had happened in the day, the way her fingers remembered the pattern of the spoon even when her mind drifted.