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Since it’s almost midnight and I’m in a strange mood, I’ll tell you a secret about me. I’m obsessed with the idea of fairy paths.
You know those places in the world where you can sense a different world hanging just out of sight, if you cross the threshold? The shadowed green gap between trees that invites you into the forest. The misty early morning garden path that curves around a bank of shrubs and out of sight. The glimpse of a half-open door through a window. The overhung alley in the old part of town, with a promise of aged brick and secrets. I figure those are fairy paths.
I don’t really believe in Faerie, in the sense of pointy-eared magical people and unicorns. But I do believe in it in the sense that sometimes, if we take a chance and follow those paths, we might find ourselves standing in a world we never expected and maybe don’t quite belong in. And even more rarely, we might discover something there—or someone—that changes us, so that when we come back to our own world, we aren’t the same as when we left.
I just. When I see one, I have to chase it. And mostly they just lead to interesting parks and sitting areas, you know but. I’ve never figured out if I’m looking for something or if I just like the mystery.
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