there
is
so
much,
magic
in
the
motes
of
light,
limed
dust,
that
dance
in
windblown
ecstasy,
before
my
sloe
lidded
eyes,
as
i doze
in
the
sunkissed
study,
of
my
much
blessed
house,
so
that
is
why
i
smile,
while
dozing,
utterly
and
blissfully,
content
in
my
very
own
fairytale.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
there
is
so
much,
magic
in
the
motes
of
light,
limed
dust,
that
dance
in
windblown
ecstasy,
before
my
sloe
lidded
eyes,
as
i doze
in
the
sunkissed
study,
of
my
much
blessed
house,
so
that
is
why
i
smile,
while
dozing,
utterly
and
blissfully,
content
in
my
very
own
fairytale.
for joe coles magic prompt
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