You’ll always see. Looking for an exit she ran, accidentally that is, into the place where fairies are born. Everyone knows that is where the fireflies go to dance with the sparks. Enlightening each other, burning each other. Until no wishes are left because of all the shooting stars.
Oh well, she knew where to find them now, just in case she needed them instead of that low cut dress that seemed to make a lot happen magically anyway.
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