Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

feet to the east when they put the culvert in,” I said, my voice rising with a fragile hope.

Arthur rubbed his thumb against his palm, his gaze lingering on the creek boundary where the old oaks stood.

“You have a good eye for old lines, Mabel,” he said, a slow, gentle smile softening his weathered face.

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