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Pixie
In between the smooth black stones and the long verdant grasses I play as I dance ever so lightly amongst the wooded green and as I glaze upwards to the endless sky trees wave at me with a kind of spectral awareness that puts my soul at peace knowing my aloneness has nothing to do with loneliness All around I see large creatures leaving slimy trails in their wake eating their way through the wiry jungle and over there quickly they move together as they lift their food source to take back home to their queen in her quest for constant reproduction I find the world outside of myself a dizzying derangement filled with moments happening at the speed of light flashes that threaten overwhelm me with the feeling that life is sucking me dry Some call me the elfin one my wings a gossimer fabric to display the riot of colour I use to camolflage me when I quake and am quietly unsure.... Some also call me the elusive one and the tales are renoun as they weave themselves between the heather and the ivy I call myself a Pixie as my laughter can be heard from hill to dale and as the lovely night falls so deep you can see the blinking of the phosphorous dust that surrounds my flight.
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