An old post card on the shelf,
That was an old storybook,
Where fawns were sure to play,
And by the moonlight, sail ships shook,
Small coastal town, for food there
Was no delay.
Worlds of magic, wonder, and dust,
It gathered for many years it must,
And as there was not anyone to...
When Aida went back to her mother’s house, she found out that her mother had received word about her accomplishments. Whether she had already known or not, she didn’t seem to act like she cared all that much about anything she did. It was almost like she only wanted her to do chores, and nothing...
A few months later, into a more heavenly light.
Night young and bright. Almost evening, closing light.
Mother tucked her daughter under the covers, then forgot to tell her Aida a bedtime story. A song of the deer, running and playing. In little groups of dear mates, never an only...
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