Can You Ever Forgive Me?

Walking through the meadow, Lady Jasmine and I approached the forest.. The sun was setting now completely and the beautiful sunset was hitting the trees and the nearby magnificent lake, shinning lights like sparkles on it.. The hues and colors were beautiful. I stopped for a moment looking at it wistfully. It has always been my favorite part of living here – the lake and the lake house. We walked in silence, she would mind like somebody on occasion, her eyes glazing over, but I did not ask and we did not walk much.. I explained the legend of the lake origin, according to the Native American folklore – it was the legend of the wolf who lost her mate and her children and cried to the Goddess for days, praying for death and reunion with her loved ones. The Goddess took pity on her and created the lake of her tears, a mirror to another world, where the she-wolf could see her family every full moon in the reflection on the water.. When she died, Goddess gave her a final resting place under