how she loved building forts

and cubbies under tables,

she thought this room was perfect,

she could hide under the conversation,

catching the miscommunications flying about the room,

enough to make a covering for the table in the kitchen

with inherently invisible fibres

and the infused magic of her ancient past

(which, going by child logic, was probably the week before)

when she convinced Ariane

she was born a fairy

and lived under the tree fern

in the front garden.

but alas,

when they found her,

adopted her,

she became human…


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