Look at everything with ice melting—and the colours are so beautiful. And I’m sure there are rumphobs living amongst those rock in that one picture. They just don’t want to come out. They are inside asking ‘why does she take pictures of our house?’ but they always say things like that. They know you’re a faerie-friend.
Oh yes! Surely plenty of them! I MUST read this book by Astrid Lindgren! The last place (last photo) was particularly magical. I had never been there, it was behind a hill, before the mountain. I will be back.
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