Beautiful and gentle goddess, walk with me toward the BeforeTime, where we will sharpen the sword of existence against ancient walls grown heavy with myth and legend. We will lean close to the stone and conspire together, creating fancy and whimsy unimaginable in youth.
Like virgin crones, we will rise from the shadows, ripe and succulent, throwing off the hag’s hat and cackling over the secrets known only to women of a certain age! Beautiful and gentle goddess, walk with me toward the Before Time.
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