Monday, February 27, 2012


A Dark Fairies Dream

Transparent and old, the letter had traveled through the decades. It had been read time and time again in remembrance of their path. The handwriting, careful and elegant, was barely visible anymore, yet he carried it with him always. He would go back to reading from it every time she asked him to. It was the only way she could remember, even if for a few minutes only. That transparent feeble love letter was the strongest of bonds between them. He knew she was becoming as transparent as the letter…

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