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Anastasia

They needed to keep you and your family hidden, so they painted over the glass in the windows, and ordered you to keep them closed. You opened one, anyway. What did you think when you looked out into the courtyard, Nastya? Were you surprised to see that the promise of Spring had matured into Summer? […]

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Early Harvest 1914

I grip the handles of the scythe and swing it right to left, right to left. I keep the blade low but away from the dulling stones. It slices through the stems and the wheat falls to my left, into a neat row. The scythe moves easily; I can work like this for hours. It […]