There was this girl who lived in the woods.
Some folks called her a witch, and all, but 
I never set much store by that.

Greater Love Has No Man
She was torn between joy over her own 
gratification, and a sudden sorrow for his
dead dream.

"Fairweather blue." She said. "'Tis a lovely 
"Like the man in your locket?" I asked
before considering.


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