“A fitful slumber can be found

Where forest shadows doth abound,”

the pixie began.

The child opened an eye and peered at the pixie.

He quieted, embarrassed. He never meant to wake her.

With a tiny yawn the child fell asleep again, only to be charmed the rest of her life by the strangest dream of a fairy poet…


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