The woman and the book

The woman spent her childhoodin a lovely corner of the universewhere the spring-flowering arbutuspushing up throughthe dead leaves of winterscents the air around.

As she matured,the early expectationsof her earth-existence werebrought to naught among woes ofbereavement/near-poverty/ill health.Then, what seemed to bethe endproved to bea beginning!

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