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“Then she saw them both as little girls with wicker baskets in hand as they gathered treasures from Ivy's garden. Beautiful beetles with iridescent green wings clung to Brigid's black sundress, and ghostly white cabbage moths fluttered around her head. A ladybug landed on Brigid's nose and she passed it to Phoebe. "Make a wish," she told her sister.”

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Book:The Women of Wild Hill
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The Women of Wild Hill

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Kirsten Miller
Kirsten Miller

Kirsten Miller is a contemporary novelist born in 1973. Her works are known for their fantasy and science fiction elements, which have won her a dedicated readership. more

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