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Friday, February 26, 2016

A few rotting sticks
come together to form a point--
the intricate roof of our woodland castle.
Maybe if you saw us yourself
fine black and blonde hair
on petite shoulders
you too would believe we were fairies.
Posted by Amelia at 10:14 AM
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