Of Painted Ponies And Dandelion Dreams 1.0

"Yet there lies, in ticking time, The hidden riddle of the rhyme, Waiting to be found and spoken, And so magic re-awoken."

Books are portals, gateways where time and space cease to exist, and the words they contain cast spells transporting us into forgotten worlds of wonder. Take a moment now to reconnect with the childlike innocence that animates each and every one of us.