She found the photograph in grandma’s chest. It was faded, peeling at the edges, and Beth held it as carefully as if it were a butterfly’s wing.
It was a wide, flowering field, the mysterious standing stones conjuring curiosity as well as calm. Grandma’s people had immigrated from Scotland, and Beth wondered if this was a picture of one of the sights her grandmother had seen in her childhood or if this, too, had been passed on from an older time.
“What’s that?”
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