Jack and Jill Went up a Hill…
Or so the rhyme goes.
But that’s not the story here.
This is the story of Jaq who went off to war, and Gill who could not follow after. Who, despite the years apart, the distance between them, the hills that rose and fell and needed to be crossed before they found each other again…never forgot the other, and could never let the other go.
But stories aren’t all about reunions. And sometimes those who return are not the same as when they left.
When your world is turned on its head, how do you learn to accept yourself for who you’ve become? How can you accept the love of another, when you’ve forgotten how to love yourself?
In this retelling of a childhood rhyme, it’s not about who follows who up any hill…it’s about who comes…
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