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Talking With a Sun Faerie

What kind of faerie is she? A he faerie I think, with a long neck. Like a giraffe? Sun faerie asked the young elf. So much that we call him giraffe faerie, he replied. Where is he from? Sun faerie queried. How would I know? I am not allowed to talk to faeries! You are talking to one now, she said. I am a faerie. He screamed and ran off.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/9/2022 10:49:00 AM

I never ever found fairies to be threatening, Caren. Have you?

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/10/2022 5:56:00 AM

Not me but if you are told "don't speak to faeries" you have the same reaction as "don't speak to strangers" when you finally figure out you are talking to one, right?