Homecoming

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Petunia June had spent far to long at court.  Yes, she had important functions, and had even been godmother to not just one, but three princesses; but she was tired.  She was what her own godmother called bone-weary.  But now she was going home.  “Home,” the word sounded odd to her.  Hadn’t the palace been her home twice as long as her little village in the glen had?  As she topped a small rise, she caught sight of if for the first time in decades.  There before her in all its splendor were the white towers, and red roofs of her memories and dreams.  At long last, the Fairy Godmother was indeed “home.”

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