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Harvest [MultiFormat]
eBook by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: This quiet fantasy about family, quilts, and secrets passed down through generations is one of Kristine Kathryn Rusch's most popular stories. First published in Amazing Stories, "Harvest" was later chosen for the Year's Best Fantasy and Horror.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Amazing Stories, 1990
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [64 KB], eReader (PDB) [28 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [36 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [62 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [43 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 4343
Reading time: 12-17 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
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Time to plant tears, said the almanac, and so Kerry took the bucket she had carefully stored away at the back of the cupboard and went into the darkened bedroom. She took out each tear--perfectly formed, perfectly remembered, perfectly stored--cupped her hand around it so that the light from the hallway wouldn't catch the drop, and gently, ever so gently, tucked each tear in the fertile heart of the sleeping child.
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Steam beaded the wallpaper. Amanda shut off the burner and moved the whistling teakettle. The morning was cold and gray. She felt chilled even though it was the beginning of summer. She set a tea bag in the mug Daniel had given her for her thirtieth birthday, and poured the water. Steam rose, fogging her glasses. She took them off, leaving the world a blur of greens and grays, grabbed a towel, and wiped the lenses. When she put her glasses back on, she saw that the tea bag had already stained the liquid brown.
She picked up the mug, happy for its warmth against her cold hands. Then she leaned against the refrigerator and sighed. She hated mornings like this. A stack of orders waited for her in her workroom, and she barely had enough energy to make a cup of tea. Part of the problem was the grayness. It oppressed her, brought out buried aches and pains. How could she sew when her hands were tight with cold, when the artificial light clashed with the darkness of a cloudy morning, making her stitches nearly impossible to see?
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