Ava I flex my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop. Twisting ribbons of steam rising from my coffee mug, add a bitter scent to the sweetness of old books. Hundreds and hundreds of old books, stacked in haphazard piles where I had to clear the desk. But I’m not going to complain. Well, there isn’t anyone I can complain too, for starters. I smile as I start typing, listing the supplies that I’ll need to turn the old cabin into a working medical clinic. The cabin is made of four rooms, and I hear the creak of bare floorboards as someone steps through the front door into what's going to be the reception area. I stand up, curious and pad back to the door of the office, out through the adjoining space I'll use as a treatment space, and peer at the elderly woman who approaches. She's carrying a large basket, filled with fruits and pastries. 'Oh!' I smile, rushing forward to take the weight, 'let me help you with that, Elder Marie.' 'Oh it's no trouble, no trouble at all,' she's a small
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