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There are places outside that feel like a fairytale.

Where the trees collect stories as time passes by,

growing wise as they grow tall.

The moss creeps,

wrapping around any surface it can,

as fairies rest in the plush green.

On the forest floor, the trolls wander,

finding home where the trees hollow,

playing tricks on creatures who wander too close

The smog gathers in the night

memories absorbed through their travels,

they whisper sorrows and laughter alike.

If you’re lucky enough to be near this fairyland,

listen for the snickers of trolls, wisdom of trees

the tune brings magic to the ears and sure enough may be exactly what

you need to hear.