Dirty she sits upon her seat
As if she’s a priestess at Delphi
Perched on her tripod
Inhaling the unholy underworld fumes
Our future for to see
Supposedly.
Dirty she sits upon her seat
As if she’s a priestess at Delphi
Perched on her tripod
Inhaling the unholy underworld fumes
Our future for to see
Supposedly.
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So sad for the little fairy
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Yet she is surviving if not actually thriving π π π
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Thatβs great.
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Love it!!!!
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Thank you, Frank π
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She may be dirty but she is still so lovely.βI’ll have a listen to what she has to say π
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I know she’s a fairy, but to me she looked like a pythoness of Delphi
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Shhhh… the writer writes what she sees π
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Every time π
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I love the way you’ve subverted this sweet little fairy into something else!
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Thank you. It was the way she was sitting!
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I think she looks like she’ contemplating her life.
I enjoyed the read, Crispina.
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Thank you. Sometimes when walking the camera there appears an unlikely subject that I can’t resist
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