Even before the sun rises from his rumpled early morning bed, the faerie folk have already begun their day. Small faerie women and men gather around and within the small stone circle below our house. Drinking from their steaming cups of morning brew, they socialize and speak of their plans for the day with their neighbors.
In the trees above, the birds face the dawn and greet the slowly rising sun with song. This magic of the morning timidly taps at the bedroom windows of the houses nearby. Inside their beds, humans grasp fitfully at the tattered remnants of their dreams, dreading the sun’s approach and the rude awakening squawk of their alarm clocks.
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