When I was a little girl I believed in fairies and really did see them in the garden. My parents had a garden bed which ran along the front of the house under the bedroom windows.
In winter they grew cinerarias
and in summer they grew geraniums.
This is where the fairies lived.Not only did I see them but I played with them and spoke to them too. As they danced on my hand, I held them up to the light, near my face and their gossamer wings brushed my nose. Common sense tells me this can't be true, but the memory is very very clear. I treasure this memory.
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