Library [4.15]

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It was a mildly grumpy Anemone that arrived, juggling her keys and thermos of tea.  Had this island never heard of Spring?  Seriously, at home it would be warm, sunny, and the Trapar would be just right....

She was starting to forget what the sky looked like, with this constant 'partly cloudy.' 

It was a Tuesday, however, and the library was now open.

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Morning

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Anemone spent the morning searching the stacks for more wee!sheep, wanting to play with them. Unfortunately, she can't seem to find any.