It was a mild morning even if it was cold the wind was not present which gave a fresh air, a beautiful merchant whose name was Alta had gone to the library, as usual, she went there every morning before going to do that hiking on his broom and then going to his greenhouses to take care of the health of his plants. On his usual walk to the library, one could hardly notice the library how many trees there were. The leaves, which were turning a gray orange, gave th...
