Quads thoughts

 Each time I think of my Quads, I think of them in colors, each one vibrant, elegant, rich in color. Then they talk to me, each in their own trill voice, each one different from the other. Boy, are they different!! But alive nonetheless.

Myra, Kokiri, Palmetto, Glyndoll, their mother M'rinn. 

I love writing this story, I think, quite selfishly, that this story is one of a kind! Of course, most authors feel the same way. But I did try very hard to make the characters totally different from one another. 

That's all for now. More coming later!

Caio!


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