Today, I make a promise to myself: I will recover what I cast away, for I have learned its worth. I will learn the whisper in the trees and the touch of the water, and the big white moon. I will love wildly again, but with moderation--I will learn. I will pray with a fierceness my big heart can match; I will make beautiful things and offer them to the world.
That's what different: I know more about the world now, how it works and how people are. Some of them don't need me, but some do--and I will do all I can to help them.
I will make art. I will make magic. I will conquer my fears and be just, a Knight, like Hazel.
Her wee walnut was right, I think; it is much too late for regrets.
But, for all my promises, I still have them.
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