Her tail twitched. Her ears perked.
And her carrot? Not exactly garden variety.
Esme knew the job was to hide the eggs, but in that enchanted grove with soft grass and glowing blooms, she had other ideas.
So she kicked off her heels, sank into the moss, and let the magic—and the moment—work their charm.
Happy (420) Easter, boys.
XOXO, Ashleigh
Ms Ashleigh Rowan
2025-04-22 12:27:02 +0000 UTCOmar Seco
2025-04-22 12:00:26 +0000 UTCMs Ashleigh Rowan
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