I am a teller of stories; a weaver of dreams. I can dance, sing—and in the right weather, I can stand on my head. I have a little magic, and a trick or two. I know the proper way to meet a dragon; I can fight dirty, but not fair; I once swallowed thirty oysters in a minute. I am not domestic, I am a luxury: and in that sense, necessary.
You are ethereal actually. Love the blog.