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is she the faerie of the prophecy
The platinum gray blonde fairy sported dainty wings
Her gown of turquoise matched them perfectly,
Both were enhanced by golden brocade trims
She rode her snail toward the marsh, sitting erect
Is she fairy of the prophecy? Some wondered.
I figured she must be; who else could look this regal.
She was apparently the queen we had been waiting for.
Now the woods could renew its magic contract with the faeries.
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Caren Krutsinger
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