They walked past pitcher plants and trout lilies until they came to a place of the woods where it was always dark, where people in this part of the Commonwealth vowed there were wild roses, the sort that disappeared if viewed by the human eye. It was not an easy route, but it wasnt impossible. Here, where there were thorn apples and water hemlock, was the very spot Rebecca Sparrow was said to have appeared, beyond the rock formation of the table and chairs. Years from now local people would tell anyone willing to listen that blue flowers bloomed in this area year-round. They would insist that bees could be heard droning even on days when there was ice and snow. Close your eyes and listen, such people advised, then walk twenty paces farther than you thought necessary. Just when youre certain youve lost your way completely, youll be there. Open your eyes. ~ The Probable Future, Alice Hoffman
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 06:03:13 +0000
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