Twas such a peaceful summer's night. A rarity of fine weather had shone down that day in my sleepy English garden. That glowing orb, the star that lights our skies, had slipped away to horizon west.
And there they were. A gathering of 'wee folks', smiling, rejoicing on such a peaceful summer's night.
Amongst the moonlit blossoms and leaves were Geoffrey the garden gnome, Fidelina his beautiful fairy princess wife and their child, so symbolic of the magic, the power of true love, Einahalk, the wee folks, wee lad.
The wee folks live in a magical world where no judgement shall ever be passed. Where the wonders of life and the beauty around is seen through the clarity of an open mind. No stigmas, no labels, no stereotypes. They can teach us to celebrate the diversity of life. Rather than fear what we do not understand, we must realise, just like the wee folks realise, we are all different, yet all equal.
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