OK, then . . . ready for the Elves . . . best they get to camp before poor Meghan keels over from exhaustion and the anticipation of fatal outcome . . .
~ U
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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