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"your laugh entices the fairies to come out to play,
your smile reassures them that it is okay.
they dance around you as small lights,
placing flowers in your hair.
you had always been a nature child,
you are mother gaia's favorite.
flowers bloom in your wake
and the bees buzz you a song.
people gather around to hear you talk,
sweet like honey,
but firm in structure.
you have always been gaia's favorite,
you just hadn't noticed it yet."
-8:42 pm//a.k.

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