A beautiful story by Silver Threading.
I have spent the last couple of days working on my book, The Swamp Fairy. This morning I woke up knowing that I had to go to Fairy Swamp. I could not shake the feeling. I am glad I did because this is what I found:
The fog curled and draped around the trees and bushes. It was hot, around 80 degrees F. at 6 a.m. I don’t know if I was hot and sweating or if the fog made me wet, but I was dripping. I looked into the far side of the swamp and saw this dark corridor beckoning to me. ‘Only a fool would rush in where others fear to tread – it turns out I’m a fool.’
I ran across the road and slipped between the barbed wire fences that encircled Fairy Swamp on the south side of the helicopter field behind my house. Not bad…
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