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Away With the Faries

In twilight rooms mischievous fairies steal my thoughts away as if they were babies. I think they want me to talk to them, but I know that that would be a mistake, for although they love us, they do not like us, and if we misspell just one uttering word, they will pinch our lips together. Yet if we sit, stand, or lay our bodies down quietly, then their little love buds (like lilliputian bubble wrap), will pop all over our most sensitive places - that is their language, and we are their dictionary, one they are still working upon. Alexa, that smart speaker, takes notes. When later you ask her about the fairies she just giggles, as if you were telling her a very saucy joke.

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