You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Oh the back of her arm she found the faintest down of hair in the world. "'You've a long journey before you. ‘Come inside at once, child. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. Jim is up to the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes letters worse than Alice. "That's well.
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