Asleep
Laura H
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This poem brought all kinds of images to my mind. It brought back images of my little ones running through blueberry patches in Maine when they were small and dressing up in fairy princess costumes they refused to take off- Then I thought of countless fairy tales I had read. So magical and evoked many happy memories.

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