It seemed to Ursula, little one, unreal, as if nothing had substance, as if she moved through a dream. Washing her hands in the icy water, watching the water in the bowl turn red with the deer's blood and her hands turn pink with the cold. Brushing her hair over and over as if that …
Even now, when we face such troubles, my little one, it seems as nothing compared to the troubles that they people living in the secret valley faced that winter and, in particular, on the coldest day of the year. The queen and the princesses had gathered around the fire in the kitchen where they had …
What I will tell you now, little one, happened many years ago. Long before the slide that blocked the road to the valley. Long before the streets emptied and the roads closed. Long before we forgot what it meant to be free to sit in the sun and feel the warmth. When the king, as …
Listen carefully, my child, for I must speak quickly and quietly, and there isn't time to slow down or repeat my words, and I have much to tell you. When it grows dark after sunset and before the moon rises, run silently toward that bolder against the mountain's foot and slip around the left side. …
Every night at 7 pm, we open our windows wide, clap and hoot and holler for the folks who continue to put their lives at risk, working in hospitals, acting as first responders, or even just manning grocery stores and drug stores. It’s our virtual parade for people that are doing so much for those …
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