I have not yet read this story, but I already approve your bold choice of stock photo.
Stella J. McKenna
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I discovered it from an oracular voice tossing out things like some absent-minded, cloud-dwelling witch doing a last tidying-out before winter sets in and doesn’t care where the odd bits and pieces land so long as they are not in her space.

That’s sort of how it appeared, anyway.

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