Snow

Bear and Ram built her a room among the trees overlooking the sea. Tiger built her a music-box cradle that rocked and played melodies. Buck sewed her lace dresses and made her tiny boots like the ones he and his brothers wore. They cooked for her, the finest, the healthiest foods, most of which they grew themselves, and she was always surrounded by the flowers Lynx picked from their garden, the candles Fox dipped in the cellar, and the melon scented soaps that Otter made in his workroom.

She grew up there in the canyon--the only Snow. It was warm in the canyon most days--sometimes winds and rains but never whiteness on the ground. She was their Snow, unbearably white and crystal sweet.

The Rose and the Beast, Snow
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I wish I lived in my very own rose tinted fairy tale world of sweet songs, pretty dresses, ruby red lips and only ever being surrounded by the people I love.
 But I cannot help wondering that maybe I am a princess, maybe I am living a fairy tale life after all, and I just don't know it yet.


P.S The snowdrops in my garden look so pretty and of course the ever growing blueberries do too