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June 7, 2015
He believes in fairies. Though he hasn't seen or felt one. He spends every day wishing for an encounter with them. Every morning, he walks through the woods behind his house. For the whole morning he just walks and walks, believing that he could be lucky to see or feel a presence. In the dewdrops on the leaves, maybe through the dappled sunlight, maybe he'll find tiny footsteps, maybe something will whisper, maybe he will meet a nasty fairy, he'd be happy just for anything that has to do with glitter and magic, it is now day number 3,629.