Each night, same thing.. go up the moon beam, into the forest, find the old couple who taught me magic and told me endless stories. This started when I was about 2 and went on till I was six or so... It is still right on the edge of my waking reality now.
Lets begin a journey of fantasy and fairy tales. A lake and a fairy boat To sail in the midnight clear, And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here. The gown should be snow-white silk And strings of orient pearls. Lik