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| July 2, 2002 |
| In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, Then delicately walked into my hand. I shut the two palms of my hands together And held her prisoner. I carried her out of the opal cave, Then opened my hands. First she became thistledown, Then a mote in a sunbeam, Then--nothing at all. Empty now is my opal dream cave. Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923) |
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| Midi "Secret Garden" is used with permission and is copyright © 2003 Bruce DeBoer |
