I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.
But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.
God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.
Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.
Anne laughed. "I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.
It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.
It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?