It was there.  We continued our path to the line scratched out of the dirt and pressed clear.  The knotted roots were tripping me,  but I did it,  I went back.  The space opened.

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          And that was when I was in the backyard.  Tree stumps and patches.  So I went up to the back door and looked through it,  and I saw her from behind,  standing at the sink,  washing the dishes.