The fairies are bright, but not very smart. They always forget to see a reflection or a shadow. Never miss. Live unwittingly in captivity. Slaves of goblins and writers. The brave out into the world to be killed. Birds eat them, the men step on ants and push the puddles. The sigh of a cat is deadly for them.
The sky darkened. Hundreds of eagles brought the gray clouds of forests and seas. I knew it would rain. I told them not to leave, but they would not listen, they never do. Tonight, dead fairy in my garden.
Fairytales live in my garden. Dead, drowned.
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