Your fairy is called Feather Elfwitch
She is a cheerful sprite.
She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.
She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.
She wears pale blue like the sky. She has delicate green wings like a cicada.
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Strange thing about that is that the best part of my days are my nights.
My dreams are like tripping through alternate universes all night.
The curiosity is how I can seem so far away and right here at the same time.
Yet, I seem to "land" or become awake and aware at a specific moment, like a time traveler's arrival.
So, ok, it also explains my true adoration for feathers.
Enjoy
Colors of contemplation. Sounds of silence. Whiffs of marsh scents. Blow of dolphin & flutter of wings. My world.
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