Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Fairy Respite


On the wooded banks of the lake, I spy a webbed hammock at the base of a tree... the yard of fairy folk who rest after the moon dancing, lulled by the gentle lapping of rippled waters on the shore.

2 comments:

  1. I am Opaque... and the fairies don't mind 'cause I love them!

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