She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. Look at it, I say. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. I am an old friend, and I declined to be shelved. \" She opened the front door with her keys, stepping inside.
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