I grew secret garden between my brick walls. She is on the swing – I look up, to catch my happiness, gleaming like a starry night.
It’s here. It’s really here.
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Corvere
the hunt never ends I came from deep woods, dark caverns and mushroom circles. I came with glamour and echantment; a child of the wild wind and blood of the forest god. I came with a breeze and with a gale. The overgrowth fairy, a spellbound Fae Prince. |