The Forest Orphan: Every Night He Tapped on Her Window—Until She Realized He Had No One Else The mountains of northern Washington do not merely possess silence; they command it. For fifty-nine-year-old Elizabeth Carter, a widow who had spent the last three years in the company of ghosts and pine trees, the silence was her only constant. Her log cabin, tucked twenty miles from the nearest town, was a sanctuary of wood-smoke and memory. She was a practical woman, content with her garden and her fi

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