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The end of the row

Elin followed the books along the low shelf.
Red, blue, green, gold.
At the far end was a little space.
Something warm shone there.
A bookmark moth sat with its wings folded.
'Hello, MOTE,' Elin said.
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A space for something

'What belongs here?' she asked.
MOTE shifted its small patterned wings.
'What would you put here?'
Elin looked along the row again.
There were more stories than she could remember all at once.
The little space was still empty.
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Choosing a beginning

She thought about a sea, a garden, and a very small door.
All of them could begin a story.
None of them felt like her beginning yet.
MOTE waited on the wood.
It was good at waiting.
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The cream book

Elin fetched a little cream notebook.
Its pages had no story in them.
She opened it on the table.
MOTE settled beside one corner.
'There is a great deal of room in here,' Elin said.
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Yesterday's sound

Outside, rain tapped against the window.
Elin remembered yesterday's puddle.
She had stepped over it, then gone back to look.
A small leaf had been turning in the middle.
She had stayed to watch.
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One leaf

She drew a leaf on the first page.
Then a ring of water around it.
The leaf on the paper did not move.
Elin gave it a curved line.
Now the picture seemed ready to turn.
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The first words

She wrote about stopping on the way home.
The sentence was longer than she expected.
Elin read it aloud.
MOTE listened.
Halfway through, she changed a word.
The sentence sounded more like the moment she remembered.
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A place to turn

'What happened next?' MOTE asked.
Elin looked at the drawing.
She had waited until the leaf reached the edge.
Then she had gone home.
It was a small ending, but it was the one that happened.
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Another page

She turned the page.
Tomorrow's walk was not on it yet.
Elin rested the pencil beside the book.
She did not have to know the next story tonight.
The blank page could keep its room.
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A narrow marker

She found a narrow strip of blue paper.
MOTE carried one end while Elin held the other.
Together they laid it between the pages.
The moth had helped her keep a place.
The story itself was Elin's.
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On the shelf

Elin closed the notebook.
She slipped it into the little space at the end of the shelf.
Its cream cover leaned against a blue book.
The blue marker showed at the top.
MOTE settled on the wood beside it.
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A light left waiting

The rain softened.
Elin turned the lamp low and went toward the door.
At the end of the shelf, MOTE's little light remained.
There were stories to return to.
There was room to begin again.
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