
The time of year has come when cards are the standard fare in the letter box. Some of them are what we expect: glittery, shiny, cheerful tidings of holiday merriment. Then, there is the card Mantra sent.
The time of year has come when cards are the standard fare in the letter box. Some of them are what we expect: glittery, shiny, cheerful tidings of holiday merriment. Then, there is the card Mantra sent.
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Since the end of the world is approaching (Bwahahaha), Mantra has been saving something for this week. Yes, the fairy has her tongue squarely in her cheek.
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Mantra is pleased to have her day back to herself.
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When we fall in love, it is easy to recite all the things we want. We play our dreams in fast forward inserting Mate into the opposite starring role. Can you hear me asking yet? What do you think happens?
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Mantra is a bit twisted tonight. It seems she is between the light and the dark, yet it is neither dusk nor dawn. Confused? It may even make you laugh.
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