In the grey light of morning, Fairy Swamp readies for the new year with minuscule water reserves – the life blood of the swamp. Green leaves poke out from branches nourished from the winter rains. Trees glare with a whiteness, as their ghostly images reflect in the calm standing pools of water.
Green kudzu vines nurtured from the rains rally and begin their climb upward into the trees. Pale green algae clings to the surface of the shallow water, while small finches play about in the tops of the trees. The wind blows through the slough rustling the brown leaves on the ground creating a mournful hollow sound.
Fairy Swamp is in a period of renewal. It is a new beginning, where the old and withered dies back and disappears, adding another layer from which new life will spring forth for the fairy community that lives there. The opportunities are…
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