"I was born to catch dragons in their dens, and pick flowers…to tell tales and laugh away the morning, to drift and dream like a lazy stream, and walk barefoot across sunshine days" ~James Kavanaugh
Another year passes, this one felt interminable. Indigo whispers as she falls asleep..."Mama? I feel different now. I think it is a present from the Goddess." No, my darling girl, you are.
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