People call me Panda.
And I think I believe that if stones could dream they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know. nd when that queen's daughter came of age, I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave, adn suitors would journey from kingdoms away to make themselves known. And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.
