An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Sunday, 01 January 2023
Sea breeze blows sand through grassy hills, the smell of salt water mingles with floral notes swirls and my senses excite, while moonlight dances on branches bright. Plain trolls play in grass nearby, paying me little mind. The sky it's stars dancing, twinkle down on all in the night. The calm, and quiet bring joy and peace to my heart this night.
