What if we imagined that fairies lived in the dents of tree roots?


And that fallen blossom petals were their carpets?


And they played hide and seek under the (white) bluebells and daisies?

And they used the green leaves as slides?

Really, what if we all were a bit like Anne of Green Gables in the spring?
And we were all poets, like you!
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Or hiding behind the heart-shaped violets. Funny to see the lady with her head down, passing by all that glory.
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