He watches down on me and I sigh, "We can't go in the sun. Or else we burn to death. And same with vervain. If we drink that or if it touches us, we get burned. And wooden stakes. That'll kill us."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27
