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I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
I had such a wonderful time. Willow was absolutely the charming hostess making sure everyone felt welcome. I met Patience, Babs, Mary, Kristen, Sherry and got autographs from Hercule Poirot and Fyodor!
The best dress? Yoli's antler crowning glory dress.
Alan Rickman read poetry and Lady Gaga played Papparazi on the baby grand.
Magical.
I am the owner
of the window pane
Time - I, forever
Snow, haze and rain
Ancient forest majestic
Only to be razed
Failed by druid magic
When Man ceased to be afraid
Cities rose just as strong
Yet war tore them down
Children cried, hunger thronged
Time judged and frowned
Slowly demolition ruled
A world dank and grey
Time looked to the moon
Visions of the forest stayed
From the window pane
The moon and I shared secrets
Whatever Man throws my way
We are the sanctuary of the sacred...
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The Magpie Tales - a beautiful place to be
Invisible walls
Surround one and all -
Inherent nature of man.
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