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The Russian Girl by William Falo |
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Solin: the old stone cottage was wrapped in the scent of roses, the unfenced garden spilled freely into the meadow |
The Weaver's COTTAGE
Some say the walls of the Weaver’s Cottage are stitched, not builT for thread hums through the air, carrying stories half-spoken and songs that still remember who sang them. If you sit long enough, you may find your own tale has already been woven into the border of a blanket or the hem of a dream.