May the fire’s burn bright, May the earth be kind,
May the streams run smooth, May the winds be ever at your back.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012


Dear Mother and Father,
       You already know where I've gone. I guess life, as a princess never really suited me. I'm in the best of care and will strive to look after my friends and myself. Please don't send anyone after me, even if you find me I won't come back. Not yet anyway. I will return, that I promise, but it's like aunt Tessa used to say:
"When you stop fitting in, you don't try and change yourself, you go where you can be yourself."
I'm grateful for all you have given me, I won't forget who I am. But I'm not the same girl I was before this trial.
I love you both; please tell Plithe I will miss his teachings,
Your daughter,
       Gwen

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