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.
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.
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You are a good spy... hehehe!
ReplyDeleteI am Opaque... and the fairies don't mind 'cause I love them!
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