Pixie Dust and Pratfalls

All you need is faith and trust. And a little bit of pixie dust. Think of the happiest things. It’s the same as having wings. Until it isn’t. Yes, like Britney Spears, I did it again. I fell from grace. Oops. Seconds before I had skipped as happy as a cloud across the garage floor […]

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Pixie Dust

  You know that absolutely amazing feeling As your feet lift off the floor and your head touches the ceiling? The cold night air against your face And an eagle who challenges you to a race Flying loop di loops around the stars And soaring on wings that once were arms He says that grown […]

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