the story goes, the sun set on the horizon of her first day; THom Elf never
revealed that she moved into his house. She wandered into tall grasses and
continued the risky business in search of seeds. No longer did she think of
the Purple House, Master or Mistress, food crumbs beneath the table in the
kitchen, or the cat or kittens that chased her away. She forgot about the
sunny window sill where she slept behind the ruffled curtains.
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