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Dandelions

By Suzanne Platt / July 14, 1981



Pick a fluffy dandelion gone to seed, the fairy's sphere of formless, phantom wishes ripe for travel. One deep sigh and a million dreams whoosh away to hover in the sun laughing and dancing in the silver silence, While the sof t earth waits below.

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