Away with the fairies


“Dance” they said. “Dance.”
“What for?” I cried. “Why should I dance?”
“Look at the sky; the cerulean blues, blush pinks, ivory whites. See the spotlight from the sun, lay rich silver and golden sheets along the dusty roof tops.”
I looked, but still I didn’t dance.
“Dance!” The Fay urged. “Dance!”
“Because nature paints you an ever changing decor, from palettes of mountain lilacs, leafy sap greens, cool ocean cobalt blues, through to fiery sunset oranges. Dance, because you are alive.”
“So I danced. I didn’t stop dancing until the heart slowed, and the Fay said, enough!”


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