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The Green Door

Those dappled wings, of forget-me-nots, folded around Akutaq,
though the Denali warmth brightened her whimsy. She sat
for a long, long while, contemplating the green wooden door
in a place she had never been before. (Fairies are good
at patience and the wonder of magic) From time to time,
the tingle of fairy dust tickled and nudged. Her fingers caressed
her flawless cheeks and her pinky finger would slide in her lips
as she smiled. See, a fairy is fascinated and curious. Longing
to open the teeny door, but first she must express a wish.
Sometimes a fairy had a “ready wish,” but often one dreams
for a good bit. Suddenly, her wings excitedly flapping; Akutaq
could wait no longer. She blew a kiss, waved her wand, and
the door brightened into an emerald sparkle and opened.

“Ooh! Ooh!” the fairy exclaimed. Forget-me-nots, she leaves
behind and steps into a forest of shiny vines. She dances
among them, climbs, of course her wings tickle with glee.

On tippy toes, she looks over the vines (suddenly shy).
Fluttering all about, are a myriad of her kind. She checks
her wings - are they clean, pristine, the best lace?
She must present her best. Suddenly, surrounded,

“Who are you? We haven’t seen you before?”

Daisy touches Aqutaq’s wings, “Wow, these are exquisite!
What intricate pattern! Come! Come, you must!” she says
tugging at her hands.

Introductions all around. Aqutaq has been lonely, for too long
a time, so she’s dreamt up these lovely friends. Of course,
fairy dreams are real and call out to other lands. 

“Yoo hoo,” they call upon the wind.

Suddenly, reds, blues, yellows, oranges -
     blossoms snowing so daintily.

Aqutaq’s wings are clapping as the blossoms sing, but no -
purple-plum sparrows are in between and hovering all around.

The Denali fairy spots a much larger door, an inch or two.
It is red. So, of course, she sits down to think and think,
about what might be. Her friend, Daisy, likewise, dizzy
at the might-be on the other side. Wishes and dreams,
collaborated, will slowly and surely, invite friends in.
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