She came to me in a dream, cloaked in white. I knew her instantly as my third grade elementary teacher, Ms. List. She read us The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, aloud. My all time favorite fairy tale!
She came gently in the night as I slept, as a mother would, or an angel.
"Don't do it," she whispered gently but emphatically.
I knew what she meant. Then she floated away, through another door to deliver another message perhaps...
So I didn't do it. I did not accept the scholarship or the internship that had been offered to me.
I'll trust this White Witch.
My Good Witch of the North.
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