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Hi,
today I offer up a narrative poem; written from Willow's POV, and set twenty years after their first meeting in Hush, but offering up her thoughts and memories as she sees Oz across a piazza in a mediaeval Italian city, while her wife and new son are in a hotel room nearby.
More explanations if you want them. In the meantime here's the poem...
http://kerkevik.livejournal.com/1865.html
Still under Willow & Tara's spell,
Ray.