For TH and the wild boars of the Grunewald and for Clara and Luisa who love maps as much as their mama does JD To you if you feel lost LW
When the whirling swirling snow dusted over the windows and silenced the forest outside Camilla knew what she wanted to do She arranged three boxes in front of the fire and opened her favorite collection
So many maps Old ones on crisping paper with golden-brown edges Glossy vibrant new ones left behind by summertime hikers
She had mini maps and skinny maps furled maps and folded maps She even had maps of imaginary places
