Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

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and i, bartholomew, its leader.

a soft smile remained.

home she called it already.

he warmed to her without hesitation, prepared to lead her to the greenhills. that way they may look out upon the island together, as one. perhaps she would enjoy seeing what had become of her once home. perhaps it would give her further insight into sweetharbor.

your knowledge of the weather would be invaluable. he admitted softly. it will be my first time wintering upon the island.