mae’n well i fi wisgo gwisg ysgol.

Can I please just move to a small Welsh seaside harbour town where I’m one of the local colourful characters/village idiots/harmless lunatic eccentrics and go about writing paranormal fiction about girls boarding schools yn Gymraeg? seaside cottage, enchanted doors, librarians of pharmakopoeia and dryad divination as neighbours, and tarot readings for bread money? Bring the biscuits and nightshade, faesisters.

 

Yn erbyn y graean.

 

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