As she followed the way deeper into the woodland, Niamh became confused. She looked at Etain’s map. So, was it right or left at the tree by the little stream? Something definitely was wrong and nothing looked familiar. Should she go back to the beginning? She untied the small pouch on her belt that contained her dreams to make sure she wasn’t confusing one with another, but the purse slipped out of her fingers. All the dreams spilled out onto the path and went spinning backward into the soft curve of the early morning mist. “Now I’ve done it!” she thought.
the runes of the gatekeeper's daughter- dedicated to Nick 
The music compliments the story and images so nicely. I like the post very much.
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thanks so much Michelle for taking the time!!!
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A small pouch…of precious dreams.
Beautiful. Like the music.
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thank you Wayfarer for travelling through my story!! and for your comment!
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I love the pictures. It creates that dream world that goes well with the short story.
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thanks so much for stopping by and posting a lovely comment.
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