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This one makes the river of my heart overflow its banks.

Portrait of a girl who’s gone away…

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I imagine her now, strolling the moonlit flanks of the darkened beach with her magic wand and her crooked crown, casting
all manner of spells, charming strange creatures up from the depths of the sea where they have long conversations with her, sharing their obscure folk tales and singing ancient songs to her as the stars wheel above their heads. Off on the headlands is a small cabin where her Mother and Father sit tending a small fire and reading books while they await her return…

Perhaps she still lives in a place much like this. Perhaps there is a place where all our children live on.

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A place we inhabit ourselves.

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