The tiniest thing I’d ever seen
A fairy, I don’t doubt
Cos when I stared hard
The truth won out
She was dust
A powder-filler
She was scintilla
28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Scintilla
The tiniest thing I’d ever seen
A fairy, I don’t doubt
Cos when I stared hard
The truth won out
She was dust
A powder-filler
She was scintilla
28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Scintilla
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Wow 😍
I loved both your photo and poem ❤️💜
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Thank you, Maggie. I kept thinking chantilly lace. But no, that wasn’t right!
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a lovely observation on how we desperately want to find magic – a fleeting moment of imagination clashing with reality ….or was it? 🧚
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I tried to find a photo where a speck of dust caught the light…of which I have loads. But couldn’t locate which is kind of typical
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I don’t think it matters 🩷
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No, I think this one works fine
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I wanna see her!!!
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Like vampires and other such creatures, she doesn’t photograph very well
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Nah, I choose fairy!🧚🏻♀️
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Fairy is much preferable to polyfilla!
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Lovely 😍
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Thank you, Sadje 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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This is a lovely pairing, Crispina 😉
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