May 2, 1838
He saw me.
He was sitting in the chair with his face in his hands. Then he looked up and looked right at the corner of the window and I knew.
He saw me.
I had been watching him for days. Weeks. Months. And now he saw me.
I spread my wings and soared off into the woods.
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FantasyShe danced with the flowers, the irises and the beautiful snapdragons, and they danced along with her. The nature was alive it seemed, the leaves and petals floating through the air as if with wings. This is my story for the Westbury Faery contest.
