tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89900480404765748992024-03-14T18:35:52.210+01:00NO NAME NOWUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990048040476574899.post-34739870143334382482013-01-03T21:42:00.002+01:002017-08-22T21:23:57.265+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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They had all found various urgent tasks to perform.<br />
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Some just needed resting.<br />
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One winter day Leve summoned them.</div>
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She had made a discovery in the great garden that they had to see.</div>
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The thin layer of snow was easy to walk on.<br />
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They entered the pathway that they had built.</div>
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It was now much lighter from the snow on the ground and the trees.</div>
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They could see animal tracks all around.</div>
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Amazed they watched the bridge that Leve and Samuel had built.</div>
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It was covered with pine branches woven together to form a dense carpet.</div>
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To make it less slippery and more welcoming, said Leve.</div>
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A rope was tied from a fir tree to a birch on the other side to make a railing.</div>
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Leve waited until they were all on the other side.<br />
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She then pointed into the now bare woods before them.</div>
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They gasped and cried out and wooed.</div>
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A low grey house was now easy to see.</div>
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Strange translucent turned pillars supported a narrow porch.<br />
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They neared the house.<br />
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Now they could see and feel that the frosty pillars were built from glass.</div>
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Or something very similar.<br />
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They entered the house bending down through the small door.</div>
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There stood only a low round stone table in the one room.</div>
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In the middle of the table a kind of device of brass and copper was inserted.<br />
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Maybe a sort of compass, Samuel said.<br />
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Leve showed them some pieces of rusty iron and decaying wood.</div>
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They were decorated in various fashions.</div>
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She was sure that they were remnants of small chairs.<br />
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She told them that she intended to have one of similar size made for her.<br />
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It would be a chair to hold her now as if she still were a child.<br />
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She asked them all to contribute to its design and the carrying out.</div>
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So they agreed, sensing the significance in different degrees.<br />
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Leve told them that she had met an old acquainted from school.</div>
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Bo lived on the opposite side of the garden.</div>
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He had heard of their efforts.</div>
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Bo and some of his neighbors were now making a similar approach on their side.<br />
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One day Alice was watching for signs of snowdrops in front of the house.<br />
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She was startled by some loud swearing.<br />
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It came from the direction of the garage.<br />
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Walking towards the unusual sounds she saw Lo sitting on a bench in the sun.<br />
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She hesitated since Lo was considered a recluse.<br />
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Hearing a sob Alice walked over to the bench and sat down.<br />
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It turned out that Lo was grateful to talk about her troubles.<br />
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They had to do with that complicated book at her home.<br />
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Alice had entered that book in a small scale and could grasp her predicament.<br />
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They both agreed on the unjustness of things.<br />
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Then Alice went to get some tea and chocolate cake.<br />
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The sun was warm to them.<br />
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They heard metallic noices from behind the garage.<br />
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Alice said that it must be Samuel working on the Landrover.<br />
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Lo was by now feeling quite confident and decided to go and introduce herself.<br />
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She did so in an awkward fashion, but Samuel did not seem to mind.<br />
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When she was going back, he called after her.<br />
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He gave her a calling card and told her to contact him any time.<br />
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The card featured his portrait on one side.<br />
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She showed it to Alice, who said that he was supposed to have a devilish personality.<br />
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They finished the cake and went looking for early spring shoots together.<br />
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At last they found some.<br />
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It was exhilarating.<br />
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The weather changed and sleet started to fall.<br />
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They went inside the house.<br />
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Alice made a fire and they sat down before it in silence.<br />
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In both of them appeared amazing notions having to do with Samuel.<br />
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They looked at each other and smiled.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What a beautiful day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">said Lo</span> and Alice answered<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Indeed it is.</span><br />
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The door opened and a bunch of wet friends burst inside.<br />
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They hung up their outerwear and filled the room.<br />
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All were panting from hurrying through the foul weather.<br />
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They had been exploring the Inner Garden in all directions.</div>
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Now they told each other of their discoveries.<br />
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It was too noisy for Leve to hear what they had found out.<br />
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She recalled some disparates she had overheard about the construction of her chair.<br />
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Leve was overtaken by an urge to embrace and kiss each and every one of them.<br />
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The sun came in through the windows.<br />
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Samuel entered and walked over to Leve.<br />
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She made him a place to sit beside her.<br />
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They talked about what had been and crazy and crazier things to do.<br />
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After a while they laughed out of control and the others looked at them.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">WHATEVER</span><br />
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Samuel exclaimed.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It will be fine.</span><br />
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Leve said.<br />
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Everyone smiled.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990048040476574899.post-77597239327098278192012-01-15T12:25:00.000+01:002017-08-22T21:22:50.038+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: red;">TWELFTH SEQUEL</span></div>
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Alice was hindered by the very long scarf she was wearing for the first time.</div>
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It was of an innocent white alpaca with blood red silk fringe.</div>
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After knitting on and off for years she had tied the last red thread this morning.<br />
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She was moving stuff in the wood shed together with Henry.</div>
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They were making way to reach the garden furniture.<br />
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Stepping on the fringe again, Alice took off her scarf and hung it on a beam.<br />
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They both took a chair in each hand and exited into the early spring.</div>
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Seeing Leve and Mary standing by the fire they let go of the chairs.<br />
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They ran towards Leve with tears of joy and calling her name.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You have missed me then.</span></div>
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Leve said when they held her tight.<br />
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They whispered her name and dried their tears.<br />
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The fire was burning fast and Mary fetched more branches from a huge heap nearby.<br />
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Leve and Henry fetched the chairs and some benches.<br />
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Alice brought blankets and baskets with apples and accessories.</div>
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Johannes and Samuel arrived.</div>
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When they were seated around the fire, Leve told some about her explorations.<br />
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Samuel had visited several of the places she described.<br />
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Subdued music was still playing.<br />
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The small wrinkled apples they were roasting were the last ones from last autumn's plentiful crop at Leve's yard.<br />
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Henry revealed that the mountain of branches were from the park. <br />
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Mary suddenly remembered and told them about the sound of water Leve had heard there.<br />
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Johannes had an idea how to avoid the cumbersome removal of all the felled tree trunks.<br />
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They could be cut in pieces and stacked to form walls on either side of the path.<br />
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After a long time of neglect, working with the park suddenly felt exciting to them again.<br />
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They agreed to meet there the next day.<br />
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Early next morning the men cut and stacked wood logs.<br />
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The women hauled out branches and stacked them next to the old ones.<br />
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In the evening the path was cleared as far as to where the trees had been felled last time.<br />
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They all gathered there and listened.<br />
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They heard the water clearly.<br />
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It was impossible to judge the distance but they were determined not to give up before they reached it.<br />
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It would be easier to proceed now that they knew how to care for the felled trees along the way.<br />
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Spring had turned into summer when one day they saw the stream behind the last trees.<br />
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Beyond the shallow stream lay a less dense area with mostly deciduous trees.<br />
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They decided to keep the whole stems of the remaining four pine trees for building a bridge later.<br />
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Eager to reach the other side they removed their shoes and waded over on the sandy bottom scattered with stones.<br />
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The water was cold and reached up to their knees.<br />
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They sat down on the brink where the sun reached down.<br />
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The difference from the dark, cold and frightfully overgrown pine forest was great.<br />
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They heard more sound and felt more smells.<br />
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Maybe even animals were living here.<br />
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First Alice and then the others lay down to rest and all slept for a while.<br />
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Gusts of wind woke them up.<br />
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The ground around them was of grasses with various flowers, some of which none of them had seen before.<br />
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They picked some of the kinds that impressed them most.<br />
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Since the sun was getting low, they gathered opposite the pine path they had created.<br />
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It was very straight and narrow.<br />
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They could just about see the arched entrance in the distance.<br />
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With their faces still warm from the sun they drank some cold water and waded back to the other side.<br />
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They put on shoes and ran in a row as best they could on the uneven path to the entrance.<br />
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Johannes realised that they had left their tools at the other end, but he said nothing and hoped that it would not rain.<br />
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They parted, dazed from their experiences.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">ELEVENTH SEQUEL</span> </div>
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On a warm spring day Mary reached the house of Leve.</div>
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The branches of the apple trees were still bare.<br />
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She was startled to see a flower in the window.</div>
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Henry had not been here for ages.</div>
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She walked to the backyard and knocked on the door.</div>
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There was no answer but she opened and went inside.</div>
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She noticed some new things on the part of the desk that Henry had cleared on her first visit.<br />
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And the strangeness of the flower in the kitchen window.</div>
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But Henry was nowhere to be found.</div>
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When she stepped outside a woman was getting out of the driver seat of the Jaguar E-type.</div>
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Mary understood that it was Leve.</div>
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The woman came towards her with a hand outstretched.</div>
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She said:<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am Leve. Would you like some tea?</span></b> </div>
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Mary answered:<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Yes, please.</span></b><br />
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She<i> </i>explained that she used to meet Henry here sometimes.</div>
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Hesitatingly, she revealed that their purpose had been to find clues to where Leve could be.<br />
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With inconsistent results.<br />
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Leve told her that she had arrived a few days ago and that only Mary now knew that she was home.<br />
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She had indeed been in contradictory places.<br />
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While drinking tea they spoke of many things and were soon familiarized.<br />
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Leve now wanted to go and see Henry and Alice.<br />
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Mary agreed to accompany her.<br />
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Leve went to her room to change to warmer clothes.<br />
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She hummed a song that came to her mind.<br />
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As usual her aim seemed to be to dress to please herself and as many others as possible. <br />
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Leve was about to take the main road when Mary called, standing by the gate.<br />
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Amazed, Leve followed her on the cleared path.<br />
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Some pale green leave buds were seen among the dark severed branches.<br />
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They stopped when they reached the hole in the hedge.<br />
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A tattered red carpet was leading into the opening.<br />
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Mary said:<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Alice must have placed it there to prevent further injuries from the broken glass.</span></b><br />
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She explained about the glass and Alice's wound.<br />
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Leve kneeled on the carpet and crept inside.<br />
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Alice followed her.<br />
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Standing up they saw a huddle of felled trees.<br />
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The wood around them was too dense to enter. <br />
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With difficulties Leve conquered the short and narrow road that the fallen trees indicated.<br />
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Standing at the furthest point she could see nothing but more trees.<br />
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Then she heard a faint noise.<br />
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She exclaimed:<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I hear purling water!</span></b><br />
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She climbed back and they crept out to continue the walk.<br />
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Leve expressed her admiration for the new toolshed.<br />
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Nearing the house they smelled smoke and heard music.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">TENTH SEQUEL</span></div>
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A few months later Mary was printing the image that she had found in a link.<br />
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She waited for the printer to execute the job on slow settings.<br />
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She wondered what specific rags had been shredded for the making of the paper that she had chosen for this printing.<br />
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She had removed the sheet from an old inherited block of Whatman handmade paper.<br />
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Until now she had deemed it too precious for whatever use and always kept it for the future.<br />
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Mary remembered the day some months ago when she was knocking on the door of the house of Alice and Henry.<br />
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No one opened.<br />
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Turning to leave she met a woman coming up the driveway with a suitcase in each hand.<br />
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She said that she was Henry's sister Kristin.<br />
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They shook hands.<br />
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An unfamiliar woman was walking determinedly towards them from the direction of the garage.<br />
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She hugged them both close to her and said<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So you are Kristin and you are Mary.</span></b><br />
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She just stood there smiling at them for some time and then tears started falling from her eyes.<br />
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They each took one of her hands and stroke it soothingly.<br />
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She called out loudly:<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">DANIEL KOM HIT.</span></b><br />
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She said to them:<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am the tenant of the den above the garage.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live far away and only come here sporadically.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You could say that I come here to sow words.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I'm called Lo.</span></b><br />
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<b>Alice came running to them from the garden path.</b><br />
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<b>She said:</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What is it</span></b><b style="font-family: inherit;">?</b><br />
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<b style="font-family: inherit;">Lo spoke her name, withdrew her hands and hugged Alice.</b><br />
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<b style="font-family: inherit;">They all stood looking at each other.</b><br />
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<b style="font-family: inherit;">Lo said:</b><br />
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<b> I must go home.</b></div>
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<b>There is a taxi waiting for me.</b></div>
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<b style="font-family: inherit;">Looking at Alice's hand she said:</b><br />
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<b> Attend to that wound.<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It's bleeding through the plaster.</span></b><br />
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<b>She turned around and walked away.</b></div>
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When she was out of sight they could hear her call again:<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">DANIEL KOM HIT.</span></b><br />
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The other day Mary received a link to <a href="http://aportraitofdaniel.blogspot.com/">aportraitofdaniel</a> from the foreigner called Lo.<br />
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When the image was printed, Mary cut away some excess paper so as to leave a well proportioned frame around it.<br />
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Then she fastened the image on the wall above her desk with four architect's drawing pins.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">NINTH SEQUEL</span><br />
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By the evening they had cleared the path leading to Leve's house and were talking about what they should do next.<br />
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They both wanted to try to reach further inside the garden instead of continuing to clear the surrounding path.<br />
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But neither of them had a clue how to go about it.<br />
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Eli and Kari came to visit.<br />
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Seeing the high wall of shrubbery along the path Kari suggested that they use a ladder to see what's behind.<br />
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Henry went to fetch their highest ladder while the others walked slowly towards Leve's house.<br />
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Suddenly Eli stopped and knelt down.<br />
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She showed them a slightly less density in the shrubs.<br />
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It took some time for the others to discern the minuscule difference.<br />
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Henry came carrying the ladder.<br />
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He had even more difficulties to see the deviation.<br />
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When he finally saw it, he realized what it might mean.<br />
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At this point there could have been an opening into the interior.<br />
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They tried to stabilize the wavering ladder as Kari undaunted climbed to the top.<br />
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She could not see much and judged what she saw to be just an overgrown mess.<br />
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There were a few huge dead trees in the distance.<br />
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Different birds were flying around and some large birds were sitting in the dead trees.<br />
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She climbed down.<br />
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It sounded like something from a horror movie and not at all what they had hoped for.<br />
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Alice and Henry felt discouraged and they all went home.<br />
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Henry watched some paintings:<br />
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Alice chose to look at this:<br />
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She suddenly remembered that Leve had borrowed a notebook which she had found in their attic.<br />
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She thought that it could concern the origins of the area.<br />
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She decided to go and look for it at Leve's house the next day.<br />
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In the morning Alice and Henry discovered that they both had been thinking about the same thing.<br />
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They wanted to prune the old apple tree by the front door.<br />
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They watched a tutorial.<br />
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It was instructive in some ways, but their tree was large and their purpose was not to maximize the crop.<br />
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One branch even held a swing.<br />
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They found a few books on gardening in the attic.<br />
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A testament from 1814, left by Johann Ludwig Christ, offered some additional advice.<br />
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But they realized that the crucial decisions had to be made by themselves.<br />
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Feeling courageous they walked around the apple tree several times at various distances.<br />
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They could see nothing wrong with it.<br />
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Only a few remnants of branches that at some time had been cut too far from the stem.<br />
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According to the expertise they could begin to rot.<br />
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They chose to make new cuts close to the trunk and covered the wounds with earth mixed with tar.<br />
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Henry received a phone call.<br />
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Alice sat down on the swing and lit a cigarette.<br />
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The call was from Kristin.<br />
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She would come this evening.<br />
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Henry thought of the song in her mail.<br />
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He liked this video with its cool variety of musicians:<br />
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Someone had pointed out that Henry's own inscrutable movements resembled those of <a href="http://www.bryanferry.com/#/page_id=47/" style="color: #666666;">Bryan Ferry</a>.<br />
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Alice was by now swinging precariously high on the swing which they had constructed from a beach find.<br />
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They speculated if it was made to hang outside a ship when painting or boarding it.<br />
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Henry suggested that they go and find a way to open what might have been an original entrance to the park.<br />
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Alice didn't want to leave the swing just yet, but told him to go ahead.<br />
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She would join him soon.<br />
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She hummed a song she had learned from some children next door:<br />
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She hurried to catch up with Henry.<br />
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He was filling the chainsaw with fuel and oil outside the toolshed.<br />
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He said that if they used more careful tools it would take ages.<br />
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She agreed.<br />
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She took out the large cotton sheet for transporting the cuttings to the bonfire.<br />
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They reached the place with less density, which they had marked with a glove.<br />
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Henry started cutting into the hedge. <br />
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Alice told him to try to create an arch of human size.<br />
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Soon he had to rest because of the strain.<br />
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She knelt down inside the small cavity to see if she could perceive any change.<br />
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She screamed.<br />
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Her hand was cut by a slightly curved piece of thin glass.<br />
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She removed it from her palm and started bleeding.<br />
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She went back to the shed to put on a plaster.<br />
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Henry cleaned the glass carefully and revealed its green colour.<br />
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He bent down cautiously and after some search found several similar shards in different colours.<br />
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The archarranger now inserts <a href="http://lo-overview.blogspot.com/" style="color: #666666;">Overview</a>, a cryptic and rudimentary journal.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990048040476574899.post-52013262942930455802009-07-19T16:01:00.092+02:002017-10-09T13:25:18.062+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: red;">EIGHT SEQUEL</span><br />
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For some time Mary was having trouble with her eyes.<br />
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She thought that she had seen too much.<br />
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She was now wearing sunglasses all the time and closed her eyes whenever she could.<br />
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A few days ago Mary had thanked her professor of advanced communications.<br />
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She told her that she would not come to any more lectures.<br />
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This evening she was on her way home.<br />
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She had just informed the teacher of picturepoetry that she would not attend his classes again.<br />
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On the other side of the street she saw a woman that resembled someone in a music video she used to watch.<br />
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The woman was walking in the opposite direction.<br />
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Mary stopped and bought her favourite chewing gum.<br />
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At home she composed a text to a recent drawing.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">Open up this flaming gate,</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">for true love might be your fate.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">Then return whenever you can</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">and give some to your fellow man.</span><br />
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She took off her <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Admiral" style="color: #666666;">Admiral</a>'s or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Counter_Admiral" style="color: #666666;">Counter Admiral</a>'s jacket (she could never decide which it was).<br />
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The jacket made her feel braver and see herself as commanding a personal convoy.<br />
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A song came to her mind:<br />
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Most things seemed beyond her grasp.<br />
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But on occasion she would try to reach some of them.<br />
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She drew the curtains and went to bed.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">A gang of fears torment my mind,</span></div>
<span style="font-style: italic;">real fears of an invading kind.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">I will dig myself a secret cavity</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">to hide in with utmost gravity</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">for otherwise I can not but fly</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and not come back until I die.</span><br />
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Now the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herschel_Space_Observatory" style="color: #666666;">Herschel</a> cryocover had been commanded to open so that the system can see.<br />
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The lid had been closed to prevent contamination for a month after the satellite was launched.<br />
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After a sleep with a demanding dream appearing over and over she woke up in the morning with a start.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">This <a href="http://www.cryptozoology.com/cryptids/nandi_bear.php" style="color: #666666;">African bear</a> in the night</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">might well give you a fright</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">but in the morning and with a bow</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">he could sing for all I know.</span><br />
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Hearing explosions above she withdrew the curtains.<br />
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She called Henry.<br />
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When he told her that they were making some progress with the park she asked if she could come and see.<br />
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He gave her the directions.<br />
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On her way out she passed the desk where she used to sort things out.<br />
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Her hand accidentally brushed against something of the remaining unsortables.<br />
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She turned around and reached down to pick it up.<br />
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When she realized that it was the handkerchief from her confirmation she smiled and decided to leave it where it had fallen.<br />
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Maybe someone would be glad to find it and keep it, or give it back to her.<br />
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She bought a bag of roasted chestnuts.<br />
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When she neared the toolshed her eyes were hurting again.<br />
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She laid her coat on the ground to rest upon.<br />
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Sometimes she heard sawing and the voices of Henry and Alice in the distance – a soothing sound.<br />
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Much later she heard someone coming and sat up.<br />
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She saw a woman walking towards her.<br />
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She introduced herself as Elsa, Alice’s great aunt.<br />
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Mary offered her a part of the coat and Elsa gratefully sat next to her.<br />
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She had heard about the plans for the park and wanted to see what was being done.<br />
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When she was a child everyone knew stories about the interior of the garden.<br />
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Even then it was overgrown and impenetrable.<br />
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The stories were of varied credibility.<br />
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Mary gave the chestnuts to Elsa and asked her to tell Alice and Henry that she would come back another day.<br />
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They parted.<br />
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Soon afterwards Mary met a man named Johannes and a boy named Samuel.<br />
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They were there to try to fix Henry's Land Rover, but now wanted to see how the garden project was proceeding.<br />
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Samuel had heard that there had been a tennis court inside it.<br />
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As Mary walked home through the city she kept looking down.<br />
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She felt that she would fall headlessly if she tripped over the slightest obstacle.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">A rug of many grounds</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">for prayers of various sounds.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">But they might all unite</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">in their ceaseless fight</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">for the band of humankind</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and each inscrutable mind.</span></span><br />
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At home she relaxed with embroidery and soon entered a suitable trance.<br />
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Her thoughts reached back and lingered on the tennis court that Samuel told her about.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">When you play with a heart</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">you might not know how to start</span><span style="font-style: italic;">,</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">neither how to proceed</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">but you’ve got what you need.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">SEVENTH SEQUEL</span><br />
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The toolshed was nearly finished.<br />
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Only the door hinges remained.<br />
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Henry chose to cut them in elaborate shapes from sturdy leather.<br />
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The door was a window salvaged from a church that had been in a state of renovation for ages.<br />
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He attached the hinges with brass dome-headed screws and suddenly the plain shed looked precious to him.<br />
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He sat down on the ground and with his back against the door made a call to his sister Kristin.<br />
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He told her about the tentative search for their sister Leve and the plan to restore the central park.<br />
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He explained that he probably would not be able to work with the boat for a long time.<br />
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Kristin was delighted with the news.<br />
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She wanted to come and help with their endeavours as soon as she had finished her most urgent tasks.<br />
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The boat could wait.<br />
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As always she would sleep in the playhouse during her stay with them.<br />
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Henry told her that the princes and princesses next door had wondered when they would see her again.<br />
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He opened the door and carried the garden tools inside.<br />
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He walked back to the house, where Alice had started to prepare dinner.<br />
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He proposed a picnic by the new toolshed, which she thought was a great idea.<br />
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Sitting on a blanket of a subtle tartan plaid (of an origin unknown to them) they leaned against the shed.<br />
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They were warmed by the last sun.<br />
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Alice was relieved to hear that Kristin was coming.<br />
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They would need help in their latest undertakings which seemed overpowering and futile at times.<br />
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What if Leve wanted to be left alone, for instance?<br />
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She had disappeared many times before without leaving any notice, though this must be her longest absence ever.<br />
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And they both had misgivings whether anyone would use the park, if it could ever be restored or renovated.<br />
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They agreed that at least the youngest royalties in the neighbourhood surely would enjoy access to the garden.<br />
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They could always ask their advice if in doubt how to proceed.<br />
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Alice told Henry that Eli had invited her to a concert later that evening.<br />
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She would soon have to get ready to go.<br />
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Eli had visited her earlier at the café dressed in a wonderful Sami traditional dress with unusually sombre colours.<br />
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When Alice asked her about the history of the dress she was told an enormous amount of interesting facts and fictions.<br />
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She now remembers only a fraction.<br />
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Eli had offered to take care of the café for some days, and Henry and Alice agreed to work with the garden during this time.<br />
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They returned to the house and Henry climbed the steep stairs to the attic.<br />
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He chose two pictures from a stack and leaned them against the wall in front of a couch.<br />
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He sat down and studied them, searching for a way to begin writing.<br />
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After some time he laid down to rest.<br />
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He awoke from a dream with a riddle and its answer, both which he instantly forgot.<br />
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He suddenly became aware of the small torn photo of Leve.<br />
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Years ago he had rescued it from her wastebasket and pinned it to the wall.<br />
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He began writing:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">I took this portrait of me one day,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">though I’m not sure what it has to say.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">It’s rather intriguing in some ways,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">but I can’t see myself in that face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">When I hear my recorded voice</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">I cringe at the very foreign noise</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">that’s naturally mine but still not;</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">my being is an uncomfortable lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">What I mostly recognize as being me</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">are lines and images that come to be</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">a grid through which I’m able to reveal</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">another me that feels much more real.</span><br />
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Then he looked with anticipation at the blue painting:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">White whales are now abundant around you</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and there should be no reason to feel blue.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Just tell us about it, so you won’t be alone</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and please don’t turn yourself into stone.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">You say you’ve told us innumerable times</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">without the sound of soothing chimes.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">You say it’s time to anchor and go ashore.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Should we not search further anymore?</span><br />
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Alice and Eli attended the concert.<br />
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Outside they met Johannes, who asked Alice if the Series II Landrover still was used as a flowerpot bench.<br />
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She admitted that though the flowerpots were removed nothing had been done to repair it.<br />
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He said that he was looking for a spare time challenge like that and offered to see if there was anything to be done.<br />
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She told him to come whenever he wanted and that if he needed some tools he could maybe find something in their garage.<br />
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He said that he would bring his own tools.<br />
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He complimented Eli for her dress and they bid each other farewell.<br />
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On her way home Alice recited a verse:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Like riding a mechanical four by four</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and getting to see so much more;</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">encountering hardships and serious bumps</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and not being hindered by enormous dumps,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">advancing slowly and becoming very dented,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">still reaching the feeling of being so contented.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">A sports car on a smooth and attended road</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">gives satisfaction in a different mode,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">captures and thrills by the speed of it all,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">one can simply enjoy and really have a ball.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">And a regular and ordinary car I need</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">that keeps a more standard speed</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">to stay on track with others – at least try,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and fix the basic stuff for me and my.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">If I have a driver, there’s no way I can know;</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">I can only guess at where my wheels will go.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">For I’m just a passenger who does my best to see</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">glimpses through windows of what the world can be.</span><br />
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She returned just in time to catch the apple sequence in U2's <span style="font-style: italic;">It's A Beautiful Day</span> video that Henry was watching.<br />
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They saw one more music video before going to sleep.<br />
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They were stunned.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">SIXTH SEQUEL</span><br />
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Kristin had a part time job as an idea exchanger at a plastics factory.<br />
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Presently she was developing a new design for their world bestselling series of totally transparent water containers.<br />
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She wanted to find the best shape of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleur-de-lis">fleur-de-lis</a>, which would be moulded into the sides of five litre cans.<br />
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The flower was to be framed in an intricate and emblematic way in order to prolong interest.<br />
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In collaboration with a redblackwhitesmith she also made various plaques.<br />
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They were to be mounted on the wall behind kitchen and bathroom faucets.<br />
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They all were decorated in order to celebrate water.<br />
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In addition she was one of those commissioned to envision a crest of humanity.<br />
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A crest for anyone to incorporate in shields and logotypes.<br />
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It was a beautiful day and she thought of retracing her forest path in a nearby international park.<br />
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Last year she had marked her way by tying red <span style="font-style: italic;">Great Wall</span> silk ribbons around suitable trees.<br />
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She hoped that a visible pathway would evolve through usage.<br />
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When she arrived she discovered, to her delight, that the ribbons during the winter had aged into crimson nuances.<br />
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Along the path she created a <a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/06/lethal-highway.html" style="color: #666666;">game of hindrances</a>.<br />
<br />
She picked up a poster that had fallen by the wayside.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDBY83uTndUJLi-K9dYGkrJb5XSKHQUU9cSZSI2nLZK7hXFATAEklIbJ0tyFTq-0tYOa-7FmzhOnthZw75avHiflfcwUo3PqR_R9XDpmSOJq7mpOii4I208fq24fNB-xo-fr9qg7WMr0/s1600-h/DSC07887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319713542524570194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDBY83uTndUJLi-K9dYGkrJb5XSKHQUU9cSZSI2nLZK7hXFATAEklIbJ0tyFTq-0tYOa-7FmzhOnthZw75avHiflfcwUo3PqR_R9XDpmSOJq7mpOii4I208fq24fNB-xo-fr9qg7WMr0/s200/DSC07887.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="color: #990000; font-size: 100%;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-size: 100%;">Be even cooler!<br />
Let Hillary & Barack be the ruler;<br />
together hand in hand<br />
and lead us to the promised land.<br />
Oops, I forgot about John McCain;<br />
he should join and we shall all gain.<br />
<br />
Now Obama did win<br />
and wisely let the others in.<br />
Trying to see everyone's view<br />
must be the way to start anew.<br />
This can be the right ground<br />
to reach decisions that are sound.<br />
<br />
Gloves and mittens fill the bag<br />
that has an overwhelming tag:<br />
<i>For every cold hand<br />
in every single land</i></span><br />
<br />
<br />
Usually Kristin found circus posters.<br />
<br />
She sometimes took them home, where she ironed out creases and taped tears.<br />
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She returned to her apartment.<br />
<br />
She changed into a nightgown and her black apron with the dwarfs and the harmonica.<br />
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She cooked two corn cobs and sat down to watch TV.<br />
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Then she went to sleep.<br />
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She awoke in the darkness of the night with an idea for the crest.<br />
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In the morning she made the idea into a sketch to start from.<br />
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Some time later it was Valentine's day.<br />
<br />
She had already received an anonymous valentine.<br />
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<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">An offering of</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">somewhat late or early valentines,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">for drawing the necessary lines</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">between all you’s and me’s.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Take some, please!</span><br />
<br />
<br />
She suspected that it was a gift from her reclusive next-door neighbour, Mr. Konstantin.<br />
<br />
It was rumoured that he worked as an investigator of sorts.<br />
<br />
For many years Kristin believed that she was secretly being monitored.<br />
<br />
For a benign purpose.<br />
<br />
It was done either by some knowledgeable and resourceful persons or by other unknown forces.<br />
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They seemed to be waiting for her.<br />
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This feeling made her much more aware of behaviours and conversations.<br />
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She guessed that this was the reason for having this strange impression.<br />
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She remembered a song:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Thousands of ancestors in me</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">are trying to raise me to see</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">what’s best for all descendants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">I’m now one of the attendants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Some voices I hear more clearly;</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">the ones that talk to me dearly,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">the ones who assist in every test</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and never abandon this quest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">My heritage I should manage well.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Does it mean I must try to tell...</span><br />
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Her brother had painted the picture a long time ago.<br />
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Only recently did he write the text to go with it.<br />
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Kristin remembered that they had not yet decided about the boat.<br />
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She would try to reach him soon.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">FIFTH SEQUEL</span></div>
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It was a perfect day for spreading the ashes from the stoves, which had accumulated during two years.<br />
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The coming rain would wash much of them down into the earth.<br />
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Henry had received a mail from his sister Kristin.<br />
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In it she asked if they should start with their joint boat restoration project.<br />
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He was already feeling overwhelmed by all the things he wanted to do.<br />
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He would call Kristin in the evening to suggest that she could ask Johannes for help.<br />
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Johannes was Alice's friend, who besides fencing also enjoyed working with wooden boats and certain cars.<br />
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Attached to Kristin's mail was a filmed <a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if-bipolarity-is-gift.html" style="color: #666666;">statement</a>, mysterious even coming from her.<br />
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Henry noticed that she had changed the bottom line of Mr Dylan's song from <span style="font-style: italic;">there are no kings</span>... to <span style="font-style: italic;">we are all kings</span>...<br />
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He liked that.<br />
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There was a sparrow king outside.<br />
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Henry chose the long road surrounding the neighborhood to reach Leve's house.<br />
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He started the heaters and then went outside to pick some fallen apples.<br />
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Then he turned on Leve's computer and saw that the desktop was filled with all sorts of items.<br />
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He opened one titled <span style="font-style: italic;">Show me Mary</span>.<br />
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Mary entered.<br />
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She looked different from last time.<br />
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He thought that she seemed exasperated.<br />
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She had brought <i>Catherine Wheels</i>, which she arranged on a Nobel plate that Henry placed on the table.<br />
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He showed her the desktop crammed with items.<br />
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He opened one called <span style="font-style: italic;">Alice</span>.<br />
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He told Mary that his wife might join them later.<br />
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Alice was Leve's close friend and wanted to help in their search.<br />
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They decided to try a different approach for a while.<br />
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She asked Henry if he knew any of Leve's favourite scents.<br />
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He recalled that Leve liked the smell of blood oranges, just recently lit <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candle" style="color: #666666;">stearin candles</a> and the oxygen after rain.<br />
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Mary followed him to the bathroom, where he showed her the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_perfume" style="color: #666666;">perfume</a> bottles.<br />
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Leve had inherited <span style="font-style: italic;">Mitsouko</span> from her great grandmother, <span style="font-style: italic;">Joy</span> from her grandmother and <span style="font-style: italic;">Femme</span> from her mother.<br />
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They each took an apple and a few wheels and sat out in the sun on a wooden bench of a <a href="http://coloria.net/bonus/colornames.htm" style="color: #666666;">hemlock green colour</a>.<br />
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Alice arrived and sat down beside them.<br />
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She had forgotten her sunglasses and asked Mary if she wanted to come with her inside and see Leve's shoe collection.<br />
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The door to the right led to a walk-in closet.<br />
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Its floor was covered by a coarse persian carpet with foreign symbols.<br />
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They studied each pair of shoes carefully.<br />
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Shapes, lines, materials and craftsmanship together with intangibles determined the verdicts.<br />
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Alice found sunglasses to borrow.<br />
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They went back outside and talked about the feelings of being in different kinds of shoes.<br />
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They both had Indian moccasins.<br />
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One of them had sewn a pair of seal Eskimo muclucs and the other had found vintage Japanese geta on internet.<br />
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Henry remembered something important.<br />
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Yesterday he had found a poem for a painting.<br />
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First I see the man and then I see the moon.</div>
<span style="font-style: italic;">Will that change anytime soon?</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Will the man turn and get his coat</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">or begin to slowly turn the boat?</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">There are many containers afloat,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
</span><span style="font-style: italic;">each carrying a very special note.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-style: italic;">Has he just found one?</span><br />
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And this morning he found an oil pastel painting he made a long time ago.<br />
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One of his first.<br />
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It was very dusty but he could see the title <span style="font-style: italic;">B612</span> written in large thin script.<br />
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He knows nothing about it now.<br />
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He vaguely remembers seeing a moon eclipse but he thinks that the title refers to a star, maybe the almost central one.<br />
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He has not been able to find anything celestial with that name on any search engine.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span><br />
It all baffles him.<br />
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Mary reminds him:<b><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia";">The name is from </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Prince" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-style: italic;">The Little Prince</span></a></b><span style="font-family: "georgia";">.</span><br />
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They all embraced and went home to rest.<br />
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The night before Mary had chosen this T-shirt.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">FOURTH SEQUEL</span></div>
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When Mary came home from her walk she drank some water and opened her laptop.</div>
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She continued reading <span style="font-style: italic;">Everything has already started</span>, a painstakingly slow and sometimes frustrating multimedia saga.</div>
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It reminded her of a pop-up storybook.</div>
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It also reminded her of J. D. Salinger's thoughts about constant digressions.</div>
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She looked at his portrait and felt pleased.</div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Salinger’s smile</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">will stay for a while</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">if the girl turns to him</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">without feeling grim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">He was touched by the smoke</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">and some recognitions awoke.</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Commissioned to look for horses</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">by strong internal forces,</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">she’s searching for the best,</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">those that withstand the test.</span></div>
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She was sure that she would eventually find a good way to attach the verses to the frame.</div>
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She had just joined a course in picturepoetry.</div>
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After a short time of concentrated reading she called her classmate Kari.<br />
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They agreed to meet at the café in the afternoon.</div>
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She opened her mailbox and found a spam message in the junk sack.</div>
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Its twisted subject made her curious enough to open it.</div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Getting her a nice watch is the easiest way to make up for your fault.</span></div>
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The message continued:</div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">No matter where you are, no matter what you do, you will always know the right time.</span></div>
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<a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/iwc-portuguese-perpetual-calendar.html" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Come, enter, win</span></a></div>
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She glanced with satisfaction at<span style="color: #000066;"> </span><a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-reminded-her-of-rolex-watch-that.html" style="color: #666666;">her watch</a> and saw that she was just in time for her course in advanced communication.</div>
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Afterwards she was exhausted but very glad to meet Kari and her mother Eli at the café.</div>
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She told them how she had awakened with a start at four in the morning by an extremely exciting insight.</div>
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She felt as if she was the<span style="color: #000066;"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film_editing" style="color: #666666;">editor</a> of her own<span style="font-style: italic;"> film of everything.</span></div>
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A crew always with her...</div>
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Kari and Eli said:</div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia";"><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">You are fantastic.</span></span></b></div>
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<b>Mary said:</b><span style="font-family: "georgia";"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia";">You are fantastic.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span></b><br />
<b>Oh, look at that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_wheel_%28disambiguation%29" style="color: #666666;">Catherine Wheel</a>!</b></span></div>
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<b>They turned to the TV on the wall.</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mary remembers that the accompanying music used to sound so happy.</span></div>
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Suddenly she felt tired and told them that she had to go home.</div>
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They agreed to meet again soon.</div>
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Mary watched some television before going to sleep.<br />
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She had already seen most of what was shown.<br />
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Changing channels created an interesting mix. </div>
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It reminded her of a drawing:</div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">What am I, who comes from the depths of the cave?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;">What subtle movement will this moment crave?<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;">Have I been standing here for an enormous time?<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Only just now noticed in a manner so sublime?</span></span></div>
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She felt a bitter taste that she tried to erase by chewing some medium tears of mastic.</div>
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On her way to classes next morning she passed through the pine bay graveyard and watered the violets of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Fredrik_Hill" style="color: #666666;">Carl Fredrik Hill</a>.</div>
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<i>If I could grasp all this,<br />
would it feel like a bliss?<br />
The sun, the bones, the very atom<br />
must really be hard to fathom.</i><br />
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She passed some nice drunk girls outside the Hermitage.<br />
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They had been denied entrance.<br />
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The day went on in quiet desperation.<br />
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On her way home that warm and sunny evening she bought a Schwarzwald cake.<br />
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It was of her favoured Swedish kind.<br />
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She chose the shortcut through the Black Forest.<br />
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At home she ate the whole cake with her fingers and it pleased her.<br />
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She phoned Henry about the search and they agreed to meet at Leve's house next morning.<br />
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She laid out her T-shirts on the bed and spent considerable time in choosing one for the next day. <br />
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<span style="color: red;">THIRD SEQUEL</span><br />
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Henry had been sleeping deeply until midday.<br />
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He woke up still feeling tired, drank some water and went back to sleeping, this time restlessly.<br />
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Only when time neared the homecoming of Alice did he force himself to rise from bed.<br />
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He tried without success to listen to the radio, broadcasting about some urgent problems, while he started to prepare dinner.<br />
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Mi miaowed to come in.<br />
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He opened the kitchen door.<br />
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Mi made her usual sound when she hurried through the door opening.<br />
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That made him smile and attempt to speak her language.<br />
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Soon he was glad to hear Alice coming and then see her.<br />
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She carried her bicycle basket and some parcels.<br />
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After they had eaten Henry gathered some appropriate tools stored in the shed.<br />
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Alice brought the smaller ones from the cellar.<br />
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Now they both felt that they had all they needed for starting any time.<br />
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Then they decided to begin as soon as possible.<br />
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It was fortunate, since they would do much kneeling, that they each owned a pair of worker jeans with knee pads.<br />
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The next day it was Alice's friend Eli's turn to take care of the café for some days.<br />
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Alice hoped for good weather to work in the park.<br />
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Her first free morning happened to be on a day when a TV channel showed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonanza"><span style="color: #666666;">Bonanza</span></a>.<br />
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That meant they started late in spite of the blue sky.<br />
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They filled the wheelbarrow with the smaller tools and carried the rest.<br />
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They reached the border of the garden, where the overgrown path leading to Leve's house began.<br />
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Henry realized that they would have to build a small shed for the tools.<br />
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It would be too cumbersome to transport them every time.<br />
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He already knew how to construct it from some old railway sleepers and mixed timber.<br />
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He decided to go back to bring some of the materials.<br />
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Alice would help him with the sleepers, but first she wanted to at least start clearing the path.<br />
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It seemed to be of some urgency to her.<br />
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She soon found out that the secateurs were not efficient.<br />
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She had to use a bow saw with a new blade to make some difference.<br />
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Although she was dressed to be protected from the thorns and worked cautiously, she received many painful scratches.<br />
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Soon she gave up.<br />
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She went home leaving all the tools behind, except the precious Japanese secateurs.<br />
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She hoped it would not rain during the night.<br />
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Henry could not help laughing when he saw her.<br />
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Her face had some thin red lines, as if she had been marked in a strange code.<br />
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Henry had not assembled the materials yet, but as he was also tired they both went inside.<br />
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They changed and sat down comfortably to watch TV.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">SECOND SEQUEL</span><br />
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The next day Alice bicycled to her café in the city.<br />
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It was on a narrow street somewhere around <a href="http://www.frick.org/"><span style="color: #666666;">The Frick Collection</span></a> and <a href="https://www.hermitagemuseum.org/wps/portal/hermitage/!ut/p/z1/04_Sj9CPykssy0xPLMnMz0vMAfIjo8zi_R0dzQyNnQ28_D29zQ0c_UNMPfz9w5yNnE30wwkpiAJKG-AAjgZA_VGElBTkRhikOyoqAgDOvDDP/dz/d5/L2dBISEvZ0FBIS9nQSEh/?lng=en"><span style="color: #666666;">the Hermitage</span></a>.<br />
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When she got tired she started to walk at a slow pace.<br />
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Passing the <a href="https://www.britishmuseum.org/" style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;">British Museum</span></a> she spotted a bark baby under a huge tree.<br />
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She wrapped it in one of the knitted scarves that she sold at the café and put it carefully in the bicycle basket.<br />
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When she opened the door to the café she realized that she, as usual, had forgotten to lock it.<br />
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That pleased her since she also, as usual, had forgotten the key.<br />
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She put the basket on the counter and started to remove its contents.<br />
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She rarely baked something herself, since her baking facilities were very spartan.<br />
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The café consisted of one large square room.<br />
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A counter was placed to the right of the entrance.<br />
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A long table occupied the center.<br />
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A few small tables were placed along the wall that faced the street.<br />
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A row of windows covered the upper half of that wall.<br />
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She had a private desk in the corner diagonally from the entrance, so that she could see anyone coming.<br />
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Next to the desk was a door leading to to a storage room, where she kept various things needed for her projects.<br />
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Next to that was the door to the toilet.<br />
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In the corner between the toilet and the counter stood a white tile stove.<br />
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Behind the counter she filled the tea and coffee pots with fresh water and put them to boil.<br />
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Then she picked up the scarf from the basket and only remembered the bark doll when she heard it fall to the floor.<br />
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The neck was broken.<br />
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She carried the basket and the two bark pieces to her desk.<br />
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She convinced herself that she had the glue needed to mend it.<br />
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On the way to the storage room to fetch it she turned on the TV hanging on the wall between the two doors.<br />
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She chose a music channel.<br />
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It was showing the end of Madonna's music video <i>Don't Tell Me.</i><br />
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After she found the wonderful<span style="color: #666666;"> <a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/made-since-1927-of-potato-starch.html" style="color: #666666;">Italian glue</a></span> she sat down.<br />
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She soon realized that something more than glue was needed to make the mending secure.<br />
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She tore a piece of a superior quality <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duct_tape" style="color: #666666;">duct tape.</a><br />
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Her husband had given it to her and recommended it for all sorts of purposes.<br />
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It was too wide, so she also had to tear it lengthwise.<br />
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She looked up.<br />
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Then she carefully put the duct tape around the baby's neck.<br />
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She now wanted to add something sophisticated that would enhance the suggestiveness of the mending.<br />
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She found a thin green silk ribbon, then strived to recall something.<br />
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She raised her gaze.<br />
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She remembered.<br />
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Many years ago she had visited <a href="https://livrustkammaren.se/en" style="color: #666666;">the Royal Armoury</a>.<br />
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There she saw some royal dresses with silk ribbons cut in a way she had never seen before.<br />
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The ends were cut into many incredibly thin and even jags.<br />
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Although she had excellent scissors she barely managed to cut three jags at one end of the thin ribbon.<br />
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Exerting herself even more she succeeded cutting four jags at the other end.<br />
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She tied a bow around the tape and was pleased with the outcome.<br />
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A man she knew, Johannes, and three boys entered.<br />
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They had finished their fencing classes in the old brick building that was situated in the park across the street.<br />
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All were carrying huge bags with equipment.<br />
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They chose the long table.<br />
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Not long after her great aunt Elsa came in.<br />
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She had a beautiful dark blue cane and a long alpaca scarf of nearly the same nuance.<br />
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She sat down with the others and soon they were all engaged in a discussion on fashion.<br />
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Alice went again to the storage room and found an oval lidded bandbox that she had made a long time ago.<br />
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It fitted the bark baby perfectly and would serve as a cradle.<br />
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In honour of the baby she recalled a verse.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">If you find a bark baby</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">it’s no wonder that maybe</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">you’ll become more glad</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">and the baby less sad.</span><br />
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She lit a cigarette.<br />
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After she had said goodbye to the last guest she switched to a science channel.<br />
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They were talking about mitochondria.<br />
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Strange images appeared on the screen.<br />
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A coloured one showed the slight movements of a mother mitochondria.<br />
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She marvelled at what the artist had achieved.<br />
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On the way home she stopped by a small shop dedicated to garden tools.<br />
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She found what she thought was needed for the clearing of the park.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">FIRST SEQUEL</span><br />
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She reached the small cluster of houses.<br />
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She noticed, as she always did, the house that looked especially old and deserted.<br />
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In front of the house the grass was covered with fallen apples.<br />
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The mist and the unexpected warmth made everything somewhat friendly and unreal.<br />
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This might have been the cause that gave her courage to take the few steps across the gravel path to the nearest window.<br />
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The interior could hardly be fathomed.<br />
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Everything seemed disordered.<br />
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Probably it was a kitchen, but with all sorts of displaced objects.<br />
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She focused on a corner of a paper sheet on the window sill.<br />
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It was the beginning of a letter:<b><span style="color: #000066; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #000066; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;">My dear</span></b><br />
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Nothing more was visible.<br />
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She felt certain that it was a letter from a mother to her son.<br />
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Intrigued, she continued towards the backyard.<br />
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She encountered the most beautiful opalescent silver blue <a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html" style="color: #666666;">Jaguar E-type</a>, covered by dust.<br />
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She started writing<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-style: italic;"> Je t'aime</span></b> on a side window.<br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: 100%;">It’s such a beautiful car, isn’t it?</span></b><br />
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She turned around and saw a man approaching her with an outstretched hand.<br />
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Taking gently his slightly moist hand she found nothing to say.<br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: 100%;">Can I offer you some coffee?</span></b><br />
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Without hesitation and not knowing why she answered:<br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">Yes, please</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">.</span><br />
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She followed him through the entrance which led directly to the main room.<br />
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Books, papers and objects of many kinds crowded the small room.<br />
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This was furnished by an enormous table with a few chairs in the centre and shelves along the walls.<br />
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Two old electric heaters, one under each window, showed red glowing grids and made the room comfortably warm.<br />
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He made room for her by gathering books and papers from a chair and the table.<br />
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He stacked them on the already crowded floor.<br />
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She asked for the bathroom and he showed her the door next to the kitchen on the left side of the room.<br />
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Inside the bathroom she opened her worn and perfect handbag and took out a flask of russian vodka.<br />
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She drank some, hesitated, and drank some more.<br />
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Looking around her, she saw a bathtub and a hand-basin but no toilet.<br />
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She glanced at countless pieces of magazine clippings, photographs and postcards taped on most of the wall space.<br />
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She realized a faint smell of mould.<br />
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Back in the room, she sat down with her hands resting on the table.<br />
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Next to her right elbow was a dangerously high stack of magazines.<br />
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On top of it lay a written paper attached to a photograph with a <a href="http://lo-notes.blogspot.com/2009/08/strange-brass-clips.html" style="color: #666666;">strange brass clip</a>.<br />
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She reached for them and studied the image and the words.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">A damaged golden figurehead</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">is now considered lost and dead.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">If you find her in the jean-blue sea</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">will she come alive at your plea?</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">She read the words twice before the man came in and served the coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">He said:</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The engine is broken.</b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b>My sister has tried to fix it.</b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b>She's been gone for a long time.</b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b>I come here now and then.</b><br />
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<span style="color: black;">She felt relaxed and her hands were now steady enough to lift the cup.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">She said:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: georgia;">The bathroom is very nice with the copper panelling and the window with the wonderful view.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: georgia;">I guess the toilet is in the outhouse.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He said:</span></span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">That’s</span><span style="color: black; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: black;">right.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">I had an argument with my sister before she left.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">I wanted her to clear away much of her things.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">There’s almost no room left to move.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">I’m here now because I’d like to know what and how she’s doing.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">She’s probably in the city, but I’ve no idea where.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">She said:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;">Can I help?<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">He answered:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;">Yes, please.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">I’ve been sleeping most of the time for four months.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;">Today I felt wide awake and wanted to come here to see if there are any clues to her whereabouts.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">Maybe you would like to help me with that?<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">She answered:</span></b><br />
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</div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">I’d like that.</span></b><br />
<br /></div>
<b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">I already found this text attached to this photograph.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">I pass by here often.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">If I see a lamp burning I’ll know you’re here.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">When I feel like it I’ll come in and help with the search.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;">
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">He said:</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">Great.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: black;">I'm very tired.</span></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<b><span style="color: black;">Let's leave it for now.</span></b><br />
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Departing, she saw a picture of a glove with a heart woven into its palm.<br />
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A text was written with a lead pencil directly on the wall underneath.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
Hand and heart</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">shall never part</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">When this you see</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">remember me </span><br />
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She continued her walk.<br />
<br />
The man opened a gate to an extremely overgrown park and followed a narrow path leading to his home.<br />
<br />
Although he wore gloves he cut his wrists bloody on the large rose bushes growing everywhere.<br />
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Coming home he told his wife that he now wanted to act on her thought to try open the park.<br />
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There had been paths connecting all the neighbouring houses.<br />
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His wife had some ideas on how to proceed and she offered to find the tools needed in the city the next day.<br />
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The girl will be called Mary, the man Henry, his sister Leve and his wife Alice.<br />
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