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You have more Welsh than the people who think they are Welsh today. The DNA Kit announced, surprising me for I thought I was Dutch I almost immediately began to see things and hear voices, the fey. My husband said well that was a waste of dollars, thanks very much. I began looking up Welsh mythology, and began singing a Welsh song. Made myself a traditional Welsh outfit, and began drinking Welsh-like tea. A DNA Kit from a lab of people I have never met cannot be wrong. A Welsh elf woke me out of a sound sleep and said come with me…. In the backyard there was a chariot, something I know was Welsh too. The Elf was smirking, sharing full out his Welsh eyes of green. What do I do with it? I asked the elf. What do I do? Do? Do? You even sound Welsh he said, this is something you have never seen. It was the Chariot of Morgan Mwynfawr, a secret known but to a few. If I thought of Dubai, Tokyo, or Hawaii, one specific isle…. All I had to do was seat myself and think of a place and that chariot flew. Man, did we have fun that summer. I wore a great big smile. I took that chariot to Italy, Germany, Finland, Iceland, and Spain. That Welsh gift was intriguing, fun. The laughter I could not squelch. I watched burrows in Brazil, and I saw forests in the rain. Unfortunately it disappeared one day when I decided I was not Welsh

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