A hiatus was in order. Her tail was tired of rocks, and the
burnt food had lost its charm. The little cottage was just kitty-corner of the
logging camp. The Marshall showed her the way in, and hoped she wouldn’t mind a
few boarders staying on the first floor. Her domain would be the upper. The
human world of wood and planed surfaces suited her now. Square walls, bedposts
of four, and cornered fires; no moving lines or snaking structures. Letters and
numbers blocked, not mysterious runes, and the organic order bowed to new lengths
and widths, fixed, not broken.
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| Location, location, location |
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| Shown the way in... |
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| Promising |
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| Books, books, and |
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...more books!
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