The Answer

A knock on the door.
"Hi!
It's me.
No, it isn't the wrong address.
Don't you remember?
You called me five years ago, when you were praying under that willow tree.
It's been a long way, but I'm finally here.
I'm tired from the long journey.
Open your heart, please.
Let me in.
It's cold outside."

Dandelion Girl
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