A POEM A DAY - FAIRIES FLY


When I was a child we always called thistle fluff  'fairies' and I would run around trying to catch them as they danced on the wind.  Blowing a dandelion head was either counting time with my puffs as the clocks blew away or releasing more fairies on the wind. Seeing their sparkle now still makes me smile. 



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