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"Where did she go?" they asked often, a question stacked on top of other questions—grief, curiosity, the need to fit a story into an explanation.

"Maybe," she answered. "Or maybe I broke what needed breaking." i raf you big sister is a witch new

I kept the ribbon. In winter I wrapped it around a jar of seeds and hummed to the soil. In spring, seedlings chased the sun like answers to questions. People in town still said she was a witch, but the edge of the jokes had dulled; a few asked about the garden, about how my tomatoes remembered rainier summers. "Where did she go