Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.



I called it fairydust. Or maybe it's what fairies use to fill their mattresses. In any case, I believe that Tink would approve of the association.

She gave me the stink eye and said in such a serious tone: "no, moog, it's milkweed."

I swear! Such language. Where does she get these notions? Since when did she start using such grown-up words?