... there was a little girl who went to the old house to see her grandmother and grandfather.

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She climbed to the ground with awe, and spent mysterious moments there alone.

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... on the crowded ground, in a pillar of light from the dust entering the darkness from the dormer ... she sensed the silence of the afternoon. A great adventure could come from every corner ...

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Like once - when she found pieces of an old porcelain doll under an old hay. Grandma used to make them in a nearby factory ...

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... from the solitary adventures of quiet afternoons, the atmosphere of the Souls of old, postponed, and yet beautiful things was imprinted forever ... in the heart of a little girl ...