OTA
Of course Sarah found the library. It was beautiful. Beautiful and full of books. After she grabbed close to five, she made her way to a meadow. She read a few choice passages, then stopped to make a flower crown. Flower crowns were necessary.
By the time anyone passed her, they would see her acting out bits and pieces of plays, poems, books.
"No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. ">