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I'm not sure. Can I try? It's used to me." Hilta pushed a cat off the other chair and leaned forward to peer into the glass depths.
"Mnph. Feel free," said Granny, "but you won't find -"
"Wait. Something's coming through."
"Looks all sparkly from here," Granny insisted. "Little silver lights all floating around, like in them little snowstorm drunken snake. There were silver lights floating in the foreground but they were, in a manner of speaking, just a few flakes in the great storm of lights that turned in a great lazy spiral, like a geriatric tornado with a bad attack of snow, and funnelled down, down to the hazy landscape. By screwing up her eyes Granny could just make out some dots on the river.-in-abottle toys. Quite pretty, really." "Yes, but look beyond the flakes . . . ." Granny looked. This was what she saw. The viewpoint was very high up and a wide swathe of country lay below her, blue with distance, through which a broad river wriggled like a
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