So I spent all night last night sitting up in my little turret, spinning straw into gold, and here's the important thing I found out:
It's not that the straw gets turned into gold. It's that the straw is revealed to have been gold all along.
Ha!
(everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really)
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5 comments:
Isn't that the truth?
Bright blessings to you this Solstice!
Isn't it often true that things are not what they appear to be?
oh, what a lovely solstice gift this blog page is!!!!! Thank you, Pandora!
Straw as gold. Tears as gold.
It reminds me of the time I found myself laughing hysterically when it was revealed to me that the grain is the seed.
Pandora, I LOVE your blog!
Awesome.
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