Thank you to all who are still involved in my site.

A poem by me, to all I loved. Why are you doing this to us?

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter again.

Some hide

Some Thrive

Some Suffer

Some just wilt with promise for a new day.

But all survive or give new birth

Death with a seed of hope to be reborn in another time.

Sadly, my . . . our palace might be coming to an end. Nothing is happening. Few are joining. Less are submitting. The message board is just a waste. I'm lazier, so is everyone else. You might call it a great deppression for Tammy sites. I really don’t want to close this site, but what else can I do? If I keep going, no activity of any sort will occur for the rest of time. I worked hard to make it a success, and it was. Summer is gone. Autumn held promises for a very harsh winter. If we struggle from the unescapable , we will drop dead in our tracks. I definatly wont let that happen. So on a hopeful note. Pages are still welcome to sign up. The messages boards can still be used. The Books of Silver and Gold are open for signing. But I'm resigning my post as Hostess utill I feel we are ready to re open. I still wecome e-mails and suggestions. Tortall Palace will no longer accept submissions starting on the first day of winter.

The seed is buried

all it holds inside

love

care

work to leave a soul

Death will come

Wait

For what Spring holds