The gnomes stole my socks.
She called herself Bird this week and she has wings like moths and cherry red lips. Her smell is of garlic and lace, she is perfectly imperfect. You can only get so lucky to find her, one in a million. Driving me insane is the least of her worries but she does it so well.
I can only hope one day to be a little bit of Lewis Carroll, J.K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, Neil Gaiman, Francesca Lia Block, Shel Silverstein. They surely know how to make you care about characters and delve you deep into twists and turns of fantastical worlds.
Penny's gonna get a little sister, Galilee Rae!
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