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At dawn I once heard a fairy sing I sat down very quietly, listening to his breath-taking song about little things. He sang about harebells and flowering moss and the blue colour of the forest-anemone. His harp sounded like the soft splashing of a forest brook; clear and bright. For a moment I found myself in the other world and at the song "Wild Hyacinth" I was dancing in my mind feeling like a fairy's child |
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A fairy's song |
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ceramic wall sculpture, 45cms (in section) |
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