Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

It Was Clear To Me, As I Glanced Back Over My Earlier Life, That A Loving Providence Watched Over Me, That All Was Directed For Me By A Higher Power.

It Is Out Of Reality That The Most Peculiar Tale Of All Is Born ... Some Call Me The Elder Granny, Others - The Dryad, But My Real Name Is Memory. It Is I Who Sits On A Tree That Keeps On Growing, And Growing, It Is I Who Reminisces And Tells Stories.

We Cannot Expect To Be Happy Always ... By Experiencing Evil As Well As Good We Become Wise.

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.