Fools and Fairy Tales
It is a narrow, mossy path between tall trees, glittering here and
there with sunlight. Birds sing. Pebbles, and the occasional
larger rock, peek from the thickly vined soil as though unwilling
to disrupt the pervasive sense of calm. As the trail proceeds at a slight
downhill slant, something shimmers with a faint light up ahead.
Perhaps it is a prince or a
princess.
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