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Saturday, April 15, 2023

Fairelands Poetry

 
I make my way to my watch point and gaze into the Mysts. I catch glimpses of Faires past and the promise of future faires. I sit as the sun move westward towards the horizon. I am joined by a new Fairelander. A young girl who just had her first Faire. I offer her a seat and she takes it.

"What are you looking at?"  
 
"There just let your heart see first then your eyes will see. Flashes, Glimpses of Faires past and what maybe."

We gaze till the light fades giving way to a painted masterpiece of a sunset. 

Pookie Wolfsong (Helixer Resident)
 

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