Ounce upon a tootsie … a leg end began. seated on a throne of would. Born in a time of woah! It was still, without name or being. listening. Waiting. glint only when watched from multiple paces. This little invisible sat eating crud’s and ways. monster snacks. Untilled horrors of candy and spice and all things Nice. niece and relative.

however that is not our herstory. We must await that tolding from the future but not by hearing here but going then …