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The Fairy’s Thoughts
“Was it hard?” I asked
She looked at me with glassy eyes, and told me stories of her time with him, and others.
“Emotional anchors.. they work for a while.”
I nodded.
“Those ties between feelings and memories are powerful” she reassured me.
“I’d like to think I was that person to somebody. An anchor for them to clench when life takes an unpredicented nosedive..”
I smiled.
“But in that same way, I wonder if they see the powder on their fingertips, from where they touched my wings.”
I blinked. She smiled.
“Because what good are wings to a butterfly, if she cannot reach the sky?”
I took a breath, and waited.
“You need color to fly.” And she turned to the window.
“So to answer your question.. Letting go was hard, but being transparent is harder.”
She looked at me with glassy eyes, and told me stories of her time with him, and others.
“Emotional anchors.. they work for a while.”
I nodded.
“Those ties between feelings and memories are powerful” she reassured me.
“I’d like to think I was that person to somebody. An anchor for them to clench when life takes an unpredicented nosedive..”
I smiled.
“But in that same way, I wonder if they see the powder on their fingertips, from where they touched my wings.”
I blinked. She smiled.
“Because what good are wings to a butterfly, if she cannot reach the sky?”
I took a breath, and waited.
“You need color to fly.” And she turned to the window.
“So to answer your question.. Letting go was hard, but being transparent is harder.”
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