"He told us a story-- it was right after we got back, but it stuck with me." She put a hand to her temple, trying to remember. "He brought back an apple from Narnia when he was a boy. And the seeds from that apple were grown inside a garden in London. When the tree fell down in a storm, they turned the wood into a wardrobe." She stared at the list again, and said softly, "And we stepped into it, and walked out into Narnia."
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Date: 2006-09-30 02:19 am (UTC)