Susan Pevensie:
red lipstick, nylons, plaid skirts, turtlenecks, lavender, snapdragons and daises, gentle and slender fingers, hot tears, mother moon, classical music, white marble with golden speckles, aged wine, kissing unknown men, making love to known women, little birds that whisper into your ear, dewy grass, spider webs, greenhouses, lemon cake, flower tea, “all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us”, walking across warm rocks over a flowing river, quiet snow warm baths and bath salts, a fertile goddess, soft voices, collects herbs to make tea, writing poems, ballet, silver dresses and clouds in the night sky.

