Un hada, a dryad rather...and it reminds me of one who loves fairies and believes fervently in one day reaching them or their reaching her.... I expect she has no idea I think about her and about fairies and about how like green leaves is her scent and how like smooth, pale tree bark is her skin. Strange destinies which bring us close only to make us part. So rare and delicate she is, so dear to me and so far away in time. Wherever you are, sweet as a peach I remember you and one day the paths shall open again.
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