EPILOGUE
LEANNE’S CRYSTAL BALL
Leanne loves crystals,
She used to love another,
Now she’s all dressed up,
Like a beautiful maiden,
Before a total eclipse.
Leanne gazed at her pure quartz crystal ball, which nature had formed, with a tender expression on her face. The splendour of the specimen with its many fine inclusions gave the orb a fragile, ice-like look that made her smile.
Whenever Leanne channelled the energy of her crystal ball, she did so dressed in her finest splendour. Today, she had braided her hair with golden ribbons encrusted with her favourite crystals. She wore a sheer gown of brilliant white silk, with a tiered skirt stitched with fine quartz crystals and blue topaz gems that clung to her skin. The overall effect was to adorn her aging skin with a beauty that bel
