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time is used to measure life
THAT'S WHY IT MATTERS SO MUCH
Amaryllis stretched out her limbs and followed the directions the old man who ran a bakery to get to Miss Fass’ which was located outside of the village. The poor woman rarely made it to the village unless she was accompanied by one of her friends or she had the energy to make it the church service once a week. She was still confused on the directions, but she was able to located Miss Fass’ time echo and follow the old woman’s week old path backwards to her home.
She followed the trail to the front of a small cottage which was kept in decent repair, but was an echo of what it was compared to the home Miss Fass grew up in. At times when a memory of a place is intense enough it can distort the way in which a place appears; however, as far as Amaryllis was concerned only someone who held a place or object with enough sentiment and herself could view said place or object in the same way. Miss Fass’ sentiment towards her home was of the nostalgic kind which resulted in Amaryllis seeing that instead of wilting wildflowers she caught sight of lilies and irises which had been planted in a clean, orderly row. The paint on the door wasn’t peeling and majority of it the wooden base; it was freshly painted a charming pale color which beckoned its tired residence to return and enjoy the evening meal after a day of work.
Amaryllis jerked her body harshly sending the echoed image back into the time stream and took in the current state of the cottage. This place is orderly and held together by minimal repair, she stated to herself in the act of a reminder of the present. She walked up to the door and knocked gently, “Miss Fass.”
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