Outside, herself again, effects of kill and cure alleviated by the news, she’s dancing early morning Braille grace notes along the woodland ride. She pauses, high on her consultant’s view, “Not visible,” charmed by a ring-of-feathers fairy sign against the broken stile. “Yon sparrow hawk,” he answers to the question on her mind as yet…

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