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| Cicley Mary Barker |
The air was so light and warm you could almost feel the angels in its surrounding ethers.
Charley was possibly in the most perfect state of bliss that she had ever felt. Although alone and in an unfamiliar place, her heart was glad, and she was not frightened - she was at peace….
There was an exceedingly small orchestra standing around her head where it lay, playing music from their very tiny instruments, that scratched out their notes, barely audible. Charley recognised this little band from her childhood, when her father would summon them to entertain her to sleep. They looked like little men wearing fur pants - with the tallest being but three inches high. It cheered her to see the fairy fauns and hear their tunes once again - she was happy to lie back on the grass listening to their songs from so long ago.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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