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I know that I am beautiful and pretty, ethereal and magical to you; please forgive me if I sometimes have crushingly low self esteem We're the subjects of bougereau's The Abduction of Psyche, we're the couple lying in the shade of van gogh's la meridienne...
There was magic in the cold mists of this november tuesday morning; clear skies above shrouded trees and fields. I saw centaurs and satyrs with their breath steaming, hiding behind the trees near my house. The faeries and pixies were a little too sleepy in this cold weather; they hadn't cleared up the dew and frosted dust from my garden this morning. The few leaves that remain on my virginia creeper are fading from their previous brilliant scarlet, leaving the bright yellow climbing jasmine as the main focus of my garden. The fences are dark and wet, still soaked and assaulted by the recent storms and winds; they are a good backdrop to the muted colours of winter...
What am I doing sitting at a computer in work when there is so much beautiful nature just yards away?