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When I really think about a name I can picture its bearer's entire life. Morgana always loved the outdoors and drove her mother nuts in the fall because she brought all the dying leaves into the house - and always the brown ones that were falling apart. She was shy in kindergarden because she had to start wearing glasses, but once she made friends she was fine. She always liked to climb trees and walk through nature, and ended up scraping her knees a lot, but was never afraid of the blood or the pain. When she was a jr. high she was embarressed of the scars that remained there, and of her frizzy, golden brown hair that was everywhere, and her not perfectly flat wasite. She was quiet in high school. She'll forever regret her first kiss with a boy who was using her. She'll never forget her boyfriend senior year who made her feel beautiful. She bloomed in college. She got top grades and found that she liked herself and was proud of the fact that she was thoughtful and articulate, and proud of the fact that her friends really did care for her and she cared for them. She ended up marrying in her mid-thirties and had no children, but was all of her neices and nephews favorites aunt. Her hair remained frizzy even after it turned white.

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I have fun with these things.

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~ Arcadia