DAYDREAMS (FAIRY TALES)
You probably know how it feels to wake up, alone, on a cold winter morning. On one of those mornings, when the air was too white to look at, I put on my boots and my coat and stepped outside just as it began to snow. It was falling, not in icy crystals, but in big tufts, like something warm and comforting. I stretched out my arm, and a large, heavy snowflake fell into my hand. She was beautiful – full and white, but cold…
The journal includes fairy tales: The Heart of the Snowflake, The Dream between Two Shells, and The Kiss of the Sun.
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