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Hi, I'm Sylvie! I dream that my poems, stories and songs will send joy and warmth everywhere.


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Once upon a time, there was a gentle fairy. Now, this fairy took care of everyone and everything around. Every creature large and small, the old and the young, the wealthy and the poor, the squirrels and foxes that run in the woods, the great trees stretching tall above, even the very stones of the mountains when they tire of the strike of miners’ picks.

All these and more besides the fairy would gather around, and when they were sad or scared, the fairy would pick them up, and carry them away into the stars, and would tell them the most marvelous stories, and comfort them, and feed the hungry, and clothe the poor. And even when they felt like nothing could ever be set aright, when they lost all hope, they still would find comfort in this fairy’s embrace, and the gentle voice telling them that it would all be alright in the end.

And when all this was done, the fairy would dry their tears, and carry them back to their homes of every sort: the woodcutters to their cabins, the foxes to their dens, the chickadees into their little nests, the spruces and firs to their rocky crags and mossy hollows. Then at last the fairy would tuck them so softly into bed, and sing to them such sweet lullabies, that they had forgotten all about it come morning light, save for a small, faint memory of hope that lingered in their hearts.

Credit: Drop-capital O from Wilfrid Scawen Blunt, The love-lyrics & songs of Proteus, Kelmscott Press, 1892, p. 59.

Isn’t the sunrise pretty?