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There was a little old grandmother with a lap-loom by the fire. Spring-green duck settled at her feet like some bizarre watchdog.
Estsanatlehi did tend to be more grandmotherly as the weather started to turn cold, and it hadn't really started yet, but it was still there, there'd been frost in the dew that morning, and so she'd made a batch of corn cakes and come here.
They're still warm, if anyone wants one, g'on and talk to her, she doesn't bite.
Estsanatlehi did tend to be more grandmotherly as the weather started to turn cold, and it hadn't really started yet, but it was still there, there'd been frost in the dew that morning, and so she'd made a batch of corn cakes and come here.
They're still warm, if anyone wants one, g'on and talk to her, she doesn't bite.