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Ah! The old barrow. She had wandered far, seen and done many things in the years since it had been a regular haunt. But it had always been there, welcoming and familiar in its cold and eerie way, for the days when overwhelming nostalgia or a burning question had drawn her back.
Then - to find the old way blocked! Suddenly the untold stories and unwritten conversations seemed so pressing in their unavailability. She had to get back. What a relief now to find the old way opened again, and the barrow filled with life and music.
A drink then, and a toast - "To the Barrow-Wight, to old friends, and to new memories yet to be made!"
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