The tall blue-gray house and grassy, fenceless backyard with a seat-swing at the end seemed so out of place in the middle of a crop field. Behind the seat swing was a large area of woods, just trees and darkness. The other side of the yard gave view to miles and miles of tall grass. Crows flew overhead, silhouetted by the blazing red sky. A window opened at the very top of the house, by the atic. Lacy curtains ruffled and I couldn't see but I could feel someone looking out. Two girls stood by the crop field but I couldn't see their face. It felt like a dream. Was I here? Who are they?
"Where am I?" I asked. I think I asked. I don't think I said it out loud.
"Welcome home," The beautiful, middle-aged woman in front of me smiled at me like an old friend. "Welcome home, Liby."
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