By D. L. Lewellyn
In a voice that plucked at her heart strings, her dear swallow lamented, “All winter we exchanged stories, my beautiful Thumbelina, and it made my heart soar. When you climbed upon my back and begged me to take you to my favorite far away land, how could I have known my happy dream would end with you forsaking me for another?”
Will this winter ever end? Lamented the author…
So happy to have shared so many stories with you all this winter, despite longing for spring.