Aug 28, 2010

Enchanted Life, (with the most innocent use of the word).

I am convinced; my little brother is my enchanted prince, and little sisters are princesses.

My home is my enchanted palace, with spacious room on the front porch balcony to bask in the summer evenings.

We live in the midst of an enchanted forest (which is proved by the fact that it worked it's way onto a board game in our closet which you see the royal children playing), and we are free to stroll the grounds at any time.

If this is no enchanted life in my restless eyes, I would be restless in any quarter of this fragile globe on which we live.

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