And at last a breath of freedom passed her lips, here at last she could be free. Here at last her dreams and wishes could be written and become real. True freedom she knew could be found only in expression; and the muses had not neglected her. The words flowed fluidly from her mind to the page until hours seemed as only minutes, and this she knew, was only the beginning...
Welcome to my garden. Here I plant the seeds of my thoughts, and someday they may grow into something more. Until then, feel free to sit back and enjoy my garden.
~Night Rose
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