If I were a dewdrop, I'd wish I were a blossom.
If I were a blossom, I'd wish I were a butterfly.
If I were a butterfly, I'd wish I were a dewdrop.
Where does all the wishing end?
In a little house, where there is golden honey light,
a wind-kissed garden, some star-woven lullabies, and Grandmother,
laying the tapestry of...
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