Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They’re a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy’s face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves.
I am a writer of fantasy fiction that often surrounds middle-aged women. I am a married mother of two and granny to three, a BoHo Chic kinda gal. I am recently retired and busier than when I worked 9-5. But writing and blogging is my main game.
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