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As I sit in my old overstuffed armchair and watch the fire flames rising glowing sparks flying throughout the room around me enclosing me in a circle of diamonds light shining off them as if they were fairies knowing I was in need of encouragement feeling my problem despair and lifting me on their flight carrying me to more exultant plains protecting me talking to me giving me their strength before returning to the fire wings beating flames moving and I realise why flames dance and sway and are never still it is the magic of the fairies
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:39 PM UTC
The Movement Of Flames
As I sit in my old overstuffed armchair and watch the fire flames rising glowing sparks flying throughout the room around me enclosing me in a circle of diamonds light shining off them as if they were fairies knowing I was in need of encouragement feeling my problem despair and lifting me on their flight carrying me to more exultant plains protecting me talking to me giving me their strength before returning to the fire wings beating flames moving and I realise why flames dance and sway and are never still it is the magic of the fairies
© Jill Vance 2008
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Northern Irish
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:39 PM UTC
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