The bright smiling girl flew away and the sky turned dull and gray. Birds fled the island. No song was heard. The shaman’s fire burned low and the tribe gathered by the sullen sea to watch for her return. It rained each day and all was dark and drear.
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She’s smiling somewhere else, having read your lovely words x
Soon the light will return our saturday XMAS eve will be com,plete except for dear friends that cant share our fun,hope their xmas is wonderful.
thank you Valda, what a lovely thing to read x