Or the shy faces of apple blossom nodding on the breeze,
And the warm air gently fragranced with the scent of the dawning sun?
Can you imagine fluffy white cotton candy clouds as soft as swans down chasing joyfully across the bluest sky?
Can you imagine the gentle laughter of fairy folk as they dance to the sound of harps in the moon lit meadow,
and the hare who would gaze soulfully at the sky as he listened intently?
I could!
Actually, I think that we all could.
We had to ...imagine it, I mean.
We had to imagine it because nothing so beautiful or gentle stayed that way for long in our house, except in our imaginations.
And none of us really knew why.
But one day we were going to find out!
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