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I'm too old to go to Narnia.
The past year has brought so many changes to my life that I could never have predicted, could scarcely have imagined. I've discovered fears that lay deeply hidden, and courage that lay deeper yet. I have been forged in fire and ice and come out tempered, sharp and yearning. I have taken the threads of life and fate and woven them into a rough tapestry, and daily I learn how to refine its beauty and radiance. I don't know what lies ahead, above, within. But I know that whatever it is, I will meet it with strength and grace, with beauty and with keen.
I am too old to go to Narnia. But my journey has just begun.
Meet me here, my flower, in this place of light and gold.
Meet me here, my blade, in this place of frost and stone.
The past year has brought so many changes to my life that I could never have predicted, could scarcely have imagined. I've discovered fears that lay deeply hidden, and courage that lay deeper yet. I have been forged in fire and ice and come out tempered, sharp and yearning. I have taken the threads of life and fate and woven them into a rough tapestry, and daily I learn how to refine its beauty and radiance. I don't know what lies ahead, above, within. But I know that whatever it is, I will meet it with strength and grace, with beauty and with keen.
I am too old to go to Narnia. But my journey has just begun.
Meet me here, my flower, in this place of light and gold.
Meet me here, my blade, in this place of frost and stone.