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Show The Chimney 110 paper from the stack inside the drawer. He curled his thumb and index finger through the loops of the scissors handle, sat in the bowl of the slat-backed rocker where the v i s i t o r ' s hat had been, and began to cut a pink flower petal. David Langley wriggled his hands into his gloves, tapped his hat onto his head, and pulled the door behind him. The sun had changed position in the sky, and the light had changed.as well. The leaves on the summer trees were greener, the soil where the Swede had dug and sifted was blacker, and the flowers on the calico bows were a brighter yellow. As he untied his horse, he resolved to turn his thoughts forward to a new devotion. It had to be possible. But, he couldn't help looking back at the chimney, hoping that i t might be gold rather than the t in he knew i t to be. |