Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent, Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent. The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light, The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night. ~Elizabeth T. Dillingham, “A Faery Song” Transcendence can come upon … Continue reading Travel Theme: Mystical
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