"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Friday, April 22, 2011

The little one is sick. She woke up last night w/fever, sat up & looked around, asking where her fairy was. She said that she was having fairy dreams. I had to eventually pry it away from her. Those wooden wings could poke an eye out. Heading North for a few days (time to search for fairies in the forest.)
Happy Easter to all!

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