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She had blue eyes. I saw them. Before she tilted her blonde head and left me holding an empty book. She stepped over soft dirt and evaporated through a slit in the landscape. A crunch, the grinding of rigored limbs.

And she was gone.

Was she the person I was supposed to find? The native who would be Thomas Jefferson’s link to the Middle Ages?Continue Reading