She comes
frequently; she has since the day her father spoke to her about the man fallen
from the sky. Always there is light, even in the darkest weather, even at night
when it is starless. She measures the stones on each occasion, but now
understands her time is too short to mark the growth. She comes during the
sighing of the wind, and has not heard the murmurs, but she is not
disappointed; she must be patient.
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