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Meeting the Wren Faerie

She rode into town on an eagle’s wing We did not know what to do when she started to sing We had never seen a delicate faerie with such zing. We had no idea what the rest of the day might bring. I am the wren faerie, she told us all. I can show you how to walk upright and tall. We already knew this, but we decided to stall. For her singing voice was attracting shoppers to the mall.

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Date: 4/26/2022 12:02:00 PM
Okay...well, she certainly was good for business. Perhaps an PR genius, too.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/27/2022 4:22:00 AM
Naturally Trixie who invented her, thinks so.

Book: Shattered Sighs