The Faerie Expedition 12 - The Gift

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A month has passed. Frank doesn't remember anything -- for him, we went into Pinklewood Forest to search for faeries and found some mushrooms instead.

I remember every single instant. I remember her, my love, my gem, my little faerie who giggled my heart away forever taking it in her strange elongated hands.

And what wondrous gift she gave me. Every night, when Frank's snoring beside me, I insert the memory card in my Nikon and look at her.

She was right. She suspended the magick. She's not smudged, she's not distorted, she's not confused or out of focus. Nope. She is there, in all her delicate beauty, with her wonderful wings, and she looks at me, so tiny, so perfect, so adorable.

My love.

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