cave view in the mirror:

Devil's Canyon gets a thanks but no thanks, rip roaring, fiery exit from the fairy loving, Talcum Gypsy. 

Mid December is the time of traipse for the appreciative mother—thankful for the chance to grow, to become a strong warrior of the light. 

Whatever happens is for the greater good—returning to puddleville with blue rubber shoes, objets d'ark, and an open heart, fresh for the taking. 

It's revelation time for hardened, hell seekers. When treasure craft lands, thankless water skimmers, called puddle flies, will go the way of the dodo.