Tarah glides into a room like a bright mariposa across a sunlit plaza. The name springs from ancient wellsprings – Ireland’s Hill of Tara and the Sanskrit word for “star” that once guided voyagers. To Latin ears it sounds like a warm breeze, playful as maracas at a midnight fiesta. Tarah feels both solid and sparkling, like a pebble kissed by morning dew or a comet lighting up a violet sky. People picture her laughter echoing through cobblestone streets, mingling with the scent of café con leche. She carries the power of myth without an ounce of fuss. Even in Minnesota’s snowy winters, a handful of families in the 1980s chose Tarah, letting her gentle light warm frosty nights. She’s a tiny superstar with roots in earth and sky.
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