“I know that the best time to see them is in that perfect hour before sunset when the sun sinks low on… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I fell into a restless sleep in which my dreams carried me away over misty valleys and moonlit woodlands toward a fairy… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I moved silently across the garden, silvered with moonlight, my feet barely touching the ground. I brushed past fern and tree, following… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“They appeared to me like a thin veil of mist, translucent, almost- not quite there. But for all their misty peculiarity, they… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“It was on the warmest days when I saw them most clearly, days when the sun dawdled high in the sky, tinting… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“As I followed Elsie back along the riverbank, I brushed my fingertips against the silky catkins on the willow trees and wished… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I dreamed… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“That was when I saw the first flash of emerald, then another of blue, then yellow, glimpsed out of the corner of… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“With the rumble of the waterfall in the distance, I slipped into sleep and dreamed of a red-haired girl holding a posy… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“With my arms wrapped around Rosebud, I dreamed of heather-topped hills and sleepy valleys and a pretty woodland stream where dragonflies danced… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
