for a short time
When she comes to visit
the time slows down and elongates into the warm horizon
Soft breezes and long days
Her beauty is vibrant
her clothing is that of the fully bloomed flowers
She is fresh, full of life
At the end of summer
she returns back into the summer lands
The land of fearie and of magic
Upon her exit, the leaves dry up
The breezes cold
Life retreats into itself
Into quiet stillness.
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