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If you could be so in love with the natural world that you could feel yourself woven into it as a thread of energy, then you would see the elf that whispers these words of joy right into your heart.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 21, 2021.
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The elf weaves sunlight with threads of pure love to form the fabrics that keep their kind safe from those not fluent in either.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 21, 2021.
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The elf comes as a dream to the creative soul to spin notions that can save creation.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 21, 2021.
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The elf has a gaze that speaks of intelligence. Without words I am aware of his heart, of every emotion that swims beneath those calm features. In his movements is a softness, an inner peace that reminds me of the forest deer, that he is truly here in this moment and no other. I've been in so many rooms with so many humans and been alone, yet right here and now, I feel connection and it's a hug without hugging, a conversation without words.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 11, 2018.
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The elf holds herself much as branches do and other things so natural. I suppose I had come to forget how stiff humans can be, as if they carry a fear the elves don't. Their kind moves as autumn leaves do, freely yet within the flow of creation, a serene purpose woven with a nobility and purpose. We stay still. Of course she knew of our presence long before we were aware of her, elves always do, for they are truly wild. We take a moment to let in the sacred spirit, to resonate with her, for she is bound only by nature's laws - not the sort for lesser animals - perhaps the highest kind. Which promises safety for the loving and danger for the dangerous.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 11, 2018.