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    From a corner of the patio, a fairy with black earrings looked toward the window. She looked radiant, fresh; trapped in her abundant hair, the morning sun escaped joyfully with each movement of her head. The vision was magic: it came and went as the clouds passed over it.

    Since then at daybreak, my shadow runs in vain to look for her. It hasn’t realized that she was only an image banished from my dream.

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