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Emerald City, Kansas
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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1910), The Wizard of Oz (1939), The Wiz (Broadway 1974; movie 1978; TV 2015) Return To Oz (1985), Wicked (Broadway 2003), Tin Man (TV 2007), The Wizard of Oz: A Musical (2011), Oz The Great And Powerful (2013), Emerald City (TV 2017)

Judy Garland, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Ozzy Osbourne, Kristin Chenowith, Pentatonix, Elton John, Queen, musical THE WIZ, musical WICKED

by Nick Pitera

Frank L. Baum: The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz, The Marvelous Land Of Oz, Ozma of Oz, Dorothy And The Wizard In Oz, The Road To Oz, The Emerald City Of Oz, The Patchwork Girl Of Oz, Tik-Tok Of Oz, The Scarecrow Of Oz, Rinkitink In Oz, The Lost Princess Of Oz, The Tin Woodman Of Oz, The Magic Of Oz, Glinda Of Oz, Little Wizard Stories Of Oz, The Life And Adventures Of Santa Claus
Gregory Maguire: Wicked, Son Of A Witch, A Lion Among Men, Out Of Oz
Danielle Paige: No Place Like Oz, Dorothy Must Die, The Wicked Will Rise

Reading books, hosting receptions and having adventures: "I've been lost before, and always got found again."

As a princess of Oz, I celebrate the
magical and mystical.

"There is no place like home."


Ruling the Emerald City, visiting different Oz regions, discussing intellectual concerns with Glinda the Good, and dancing on the yellow brick road.

Lions and Tigers and Bears . . . oh my! Also got to mention those flying monkeys as well as Princess Langwidere!

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05/19/2019 14:43:19



Hi my sweet and lovely friend wishing you a wonderful evening take care luv and hugs Caz xx

05/19/2019 13:51:41

hola que tal te fue tu dia espero que lo as pasado bien yo te deseo un buen comienzo de semana ideal y feliz con mucho cariño y amistad de maria besitos cuidate

05/19/2019 13:22:25



Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people want it. - Crow

"You already possess everything necessary to become great."

-- Native American Crow Proverb

“Not cry. Fly.
“I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…”
How do you know? Have you ever tried?
The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,” he said.
I’m trying, the crow replied…
The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.
“You have wings,” Bran pointed out.
Maybe you do too.
Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.
There are different kinds of wings, the crow said…
Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful.
Teaching you how to fly.
“I can’t fly!”
You’re flying right now.
“I’m falling!”
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.” 
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones


How the Crow came to be black!

A Brule Sioux Legend.

In days long past, when the earth and the people on it were still young, all crows were white as snow. In those ancient times the people had neither horses nor firearms nor weapons of iron. Yet they depended upon the buffalo hunt to give them enough food to survive. 
Hunting the big buffalo on foot with stone-tipped weapons was hard, uncertain, and dangerous. The crows made things even more difficult for the hunters, because they were friends of the buffalo. Soaring high above the prairie, they could see everything that was going on. Whenever they spied hunters approaching a buffalo herd, they flew to their friends and, perching between their horns, warned them: "Caw, caw, caw, cousins, hunters are coming. They are creeping up through that gully over there. They are coming up behind that hill. Watch out! Caw, caw, caw!" Hearing this, the buffalo would stampede, and the people starved. 
The people held a council to decide what to do. Now, among the crows was a huge one, twice as big as all the others. This crow was their leader. One wise old chief got up and made this suggestion: "We must capture the big white crow," he said, "and teach him a lesson. It's either that or go hungry." 
He brought out a large buffalo skin, with the head and horns still attached. He put it on the back of a young brave, saying: "Nephew, sneak among the buffalo. They will think you are one of them, and you can capture the big white crow." 
Disguised as a buffalo, the young man crept among the herd as if he were grazing. The big, shaggy beasts paid him no attention. 
Then the hunters marched out from their camp after him, their bows at the ready. As they approached the herd, the crows came flying, as usual, warning the buffalo: "Caw, caw, caw, cousins, the hunters are coming to kill you. Watch out for their arrows. Caw, caw, caw!" and as usual, all the buffalo stampeded off and away - all, that is, except the young hunter in disguise under his shaggy skin, who pretended to go on grazing as before. 
Then the big white crow came gliding down, perched on the hunter's shoulders, and flapping his wings, said: "Caw, caw, caw, brother, are you deaf? The hunters are close by, just over the hill. Save yourself!" 
But the young brave reached out from under the buffalo skin and grabbed the crow by the legs. 
With a rawhide string he tied the big bird's feet and fastened the other end to a stone. No matter how the crow struggled, he could not escape. 
Again the people sat in council. "What shall we do with this big, bad crow, who has made us go hungry again and again?" 
"I'll burn him up!" answered one angry hunter, and before anybody could stop him, he yanked the crow from the hands of his captor and thrust it into the council fire, string, stone and all. "This will teach you," he said. 
Of course, the string that held the stone burned through almost at once, and the big crow managed to fly out of the fire. But he was badly singed, and some of his feathers were charred. Though he was still big, he was no longer white. 
"Caw, caw, caw," he cried, flying away as quickly as he could, "I'll never do it again; I'll stop warning the buffalo, and so will the Crow nation. I promise! Caw, caw, caw." 
Thus the crow escaped. But ever since, all crows have been black. 
- Told by Good White Buffalo at Winner, Rosebud Indian Reservation, South Dakota, 1964.

Sending you many great spirit blessings beautiful soul... Enjoy your day and stay safe...Walk in beauty... With honor and respect and love always...Blessings......(Carol Anne)...



I hope you dance!..

05/19/2019 13:03:01

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