the other, we're making fairy houses.
Fairies are very small, aren't they?
the young boy says. I nod and keep working
the twigs into a kind of tee-pee while he
gathers bark to cover the house.
We clean the floor of leaves, using them
to soften a bark bed. They will love
this house, the fairies. We have loved
this house for fairies. It's almost dusk--
when they appear. We hide behind
the bushes, waiting for a glimmer of wings.
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