The Princess is at home today with the vapours.
Mostly asleep for the morning, but noting with feverish clarity that her body temp alternates between shivering chills and sweaty hot flushes. And so she dresses in accordance with the most up-to-the-minute temperature evaluation.
A requisite trip to the Post Office rouses her from bed and she defaults to her usual sartorial splendour, despite her body’s urges to get horizontal.
But she smiles. She cries because her head hurts, her throat hurts, her body hurts. And then she smiles.
Celestial. That’s what she is.
The Country Mice 
Lois,
Angel, maybe, but I look at those pictures and I can see the hidden willow princess in her. It is as if behind her eyes you can see that she has danced with the wood faeries and tree goddesses. It is as if she holds the secrets of the forest, while she wrestles with this cold.
Beautiful pictures, my friend. Beautiful princess.
Judi
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