Spells From Garden Walls

Spells From Garden Walls

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I- Olive Oteri- am a second-born royal. No one really cares about me because I'm not getting the crown- all the press cares about is my sister. Sometimes, when the press is interrogating my sister, I like to sneak off to the Myst forest with Amora and watch the blue and green glow of the mushrooms and the way the bark swirls and greens at my touch. Looking up during the night, the purple hue of the sky in the sunset is breathtaking, and above the cloud bank is a blanket of the most beautiful stars anyone can ever hope to see. Meeting Harper was the best thing that happened to me. (Spells from Garden Walls is also available to read on a website called quotev!!)
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