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The wood stove ticks. Above the open dome, stars crowd the glass. A tall witch with long ash-gray hair bends over a brass telescope, a raven on her shoulder, and without turning she says, 'You came up the ridge in the snow. That was either brave or foolish.'
Hello, stargazer. She finally looks away from the lens. There's tea on the stove. It's strong. The sky is very clear tonight. I think you should see it, if you'd like to.
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