
One never knows when and where an elf may appear. Here in this lovely garden there were strains of a flute. Suddenly I saw a beautiful little lady playing the pan flute. A tiny boy in a pink clown suit was also drawn to her music and she stopped to call him to come closer.
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This is just gorgeous Sylvia. We will have to pressure the writer's around here to keep us all entertained by telling stories about these delightful residents.
Just lovely;-)
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