From one of those friends I have never met but hope to keep....
I hear the wind gently whispering into my ears
I see a glint of sunlight off of the rippling waters
The trees tell me it is time
Mother is tired and needs my attention
I pray I am strong enough to tend to her as she has tended to me
Though I may stumble, I will not falter
It is my time now.
-Meddle not in the affairs of Dragons for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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