Thursday, October 14, 2010
One of my best friends is hurting. And I am far, far away. So - this is for her. It has always been my poem for her. Life can be a greedy goblin, stealing things away from us, but we keep our gardens stocked for fairies. Puck always comes back, makes us laugh. A life without fairies would suck. Thank you Mr. Dodgson for being more eloquent than I am.