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The chilly dawn seeps over the sill to illuminate a gift
from Wyett: a physical echo of his voice saying her name.
Lily smiles.
Lily also finds a scroll tied with a yellow ribbon.
Wyett had left a map.
She considers using her daily parcel of magic to bring him back.
She conjures bacon and muffins for her breakfast instead.
Now ready for her own travels, Lily takes
a basket as a helmet and storms the gates
to the wild outdoors.
(Then closes them behind her.)
The first six miles into the eastern wilderness
are familiar. She almost believes today is any
other day and this walk is any other walk.
Lily lunches late on a ledge beneath the last familiar
tree she will pass. She lingers with ghosts and memories.
The sun takes many hours to dip below the far edge
of the meadow, perhaps unwilling to leave Lily
who wishes it did not have to set
Lily curls beside her roaring fire in the all-too silent darkness.
No amount of warmth can banish the chill of entering the night alone.
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