Some brief particulars
And the links are all pretty now, too.
In all the world, there's just one Willa.
She's probably at the shop
right now, doodling in her donut dough . . .
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The blue crystal was just lying at the bottom, nearly as deep as she'd ever dived. Like somebody dropped it there yesterday. Even before she picked it up, she knew it was special . . .
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. . . Thoughts about dying, archetypes, the power of words
— and more's on the way
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