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Talia Co-Mided, Fairy House.  Mixed media, c. Oct. 2013

When I arrived, the fairies all had gone.
In haste, I think. The items left behind
Seemed precious, maybe something doted on:
Some sticks, some rope, and ribbon – bear in mind,
I’d heard they’d wished for mortal love. And these,
These polished greens and whites, contained that thought.
I came too close – and feeling ill at ease,
Sat down, and heard them: spells that they had brought
To keep out human pain, began to miss.
And then the wounds, and sadness in the wood –
The fairies cannot use a simple kiss
To make a hurt go way. And if they could,
They might indeed know love, as you and I,
Who live the briefest time, and love, and die.

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– Nyack NY  Friday Dec 13, 2013

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