I arive in the quiet little village that I always do evey three years. I set down my large wooden basket and take the blanket off to reveal all the books I have brought. I wait for people to gather around, to read and to trade. Some offer copper pieces. Some offer food. Some offer the very clothes they wear and som offer the only thing they can find. Rocks.
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6Kaitlyn VanWolf
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