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Mar 2012
The faerie queen that shows up only at a full moon wears a gown as white as snow. As she moves through the forest she leaves a trail of moonlight behind her. Her voice is as soft as the first snowflake and as beautiful as a harp and flute playing a melody in unison. On her head bears a crown made from the most delicate looking gold. She smells like the nature that lives and breathes around her.
Written by
Casey Mahalick
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