After the crocus comes the dandelion:
Vågekallen: 
Green Waters: 
The air was a bit hazy today: 
The mainland: 
It feels just like summertime, eh? 
Sun caught in the peeling bark of the rowan tree: 
Seven orphan girls for a brand new world
And the witch stirs in her sleep
So you thought you could hide from me?
She says...
No stronghold against the eye of the witch.
Nice girls, no mayhem, and you might even start believing in your own lies
But a half-lie is more mortal than a lie truly believed.
Come, my beloved daughters, to be challenged
To feel the thunder that runs wild in your veins
Say no to it and you'll be eaten alive
Have a wise use of slyness
May it be a beautiful one
For there is no greater ugliness
Than in the true motives
We keep hidden from ourselves.
Speak up now, girls!
Be the doll, be the harpy
But never bend...
24th of April 2007
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