They say there be no such thing as a leprechaun lass, but I know the truth to be different. It were many years ago, long afore any of ye were a babe in your mothers’ arms, I sat next to an enchanted pool, hand in hand with the most beautiful lass you ever did see….
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The Singing Stone
“You hear it this time,” grandma whispered, our foreheads nearly touching. Her frail hands clasped over my own. Small brown spots flecked the nearly translucent skin covering her swollen knuckles. I answered the same way I had many times before, only this time I was telling the truth, “I do.” Grandma gave me a wink…
Kristen Iten 