I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
- William Wordsworth
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Dances With The Daffodils
FantasyCan you really control your fate? - Kiah White, a quiet sixteen-year-old from California, doesn't want any trouble. But after an accident that almost kills her, she is thrown into a world of danger, myth, and mayhem. She is made an offer - a way b...
