As she sprawled on the floor of the common room, Dru occasionally glanced towards her grandmother as she slowly fed tufts of roving into her spinning wheel. Frowning at her sketch pad, Dru erased a line or two and redrew them, smiling at the result.
"I miss you sometimes," Dru admitted.
The old woman smiled. "If you dream me, I will come."The
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