Allie.
Way back in the days when the grass was still green
and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean
and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place.
And I first saw the trees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!
Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.
ugh, you guys don’t even know how cool it is to get to talk to amazing writers like salv and hk almost nightly and just like, roll around in their genius and love their words. i am the luckiest bitch, and this is such a talented fandom.