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The Muse Waits
Read more: The Muse Waits“I missed you.” It was a spring afternoon when I finally went to see her. She sat on a blanket in the sun-dappled field, surrounded by wildflowers and stalks of wheat. She spoke as soon as she saw me. “I really did. I’ve been here everyday, waiting for you, Winter. But you never showed up.” I…
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The Beginning of the Story…
Read more: The Beginning of the Story…“I’m so happy that you were able to come, Winter. As you know, what I have to show you is very important.” My family has lived across the street from Mrs. Hanselman since before I was born. Her imposing stone house was the first constructed in the neighborhood, and today it stands, imposing and aloof,…
