The Tell A Story Day in the US was in April but the Tell A Story Day in the UK is today, being open minded about such things I see no reason for not enjoying them both.
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The dawn was closing in, embracing the world we were in, soon the night would turn to day again. We were sitting by the lake, talking while the fog rolled over the water and the loom cried in the reed. The passion of your hearts were lifting our dreams, turning them into flames that kept us warm. That is what it is like when you know every path, every rock and tree. That is what it is like when you are where you are supposed to be.
We were doing fine down by the coast, life was good but still it was lacking, life was treating us well but we still felt unhappy. Deep inside of us, we regretted that we left, even though we never had much of a choice. We kept thinking of moving back, but somehow we ended up staying one more year. That is what it is like when your life sings a different song. That is what it is like when you cannot be where you belong.
Once every season we escape from the cage with no lock of chain and with singing hearts, we travel north again. For a brief moment, not enough time, we go back to the place where our lives began. The remaining amber coals of the fire fades, reminding us that we are old now days, old and faded, weathered and seasoned. Rooted in the foreign soil by the coast, free, but not where we are supposed to be.
~:Kadri Luik 2009:~