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Chapter 13 This time, when I walked up Tuukka's front step, I was going where I meant to. And even without my wand before my eyes, I had no trouble vividly imagining what his farm looked like at the height of summer. This was partly just remembering what I had seen with my wand that morning on Neil's property, but mostly it was older memories of the summer I had spent here as a child. I was imagining the fields of clover so clearly I could almost smell the sweet pink and purple blossoms and hear the steady drone of the bees moving from flower to flower. I really had to stop fantasizing about summer. I loved the winter! But even people who loved the winter grew a little tired of it in mid-February, particularly a winter that went heavier on the wind and sub-zero temps than on deep drift