I walked out to see the neighbor standing by a small fire she made in the garden. I was sorry to see a favorite dragonfly lying near. I learned that three of the pale wings had been singed but the fourth seemed mostly intact. My eyes looked upon the old one with scorn. She was a jealous witchy woman and the dragonfly might not recover. The beautiful insect tried to stretch the barely harmed wing but it only caused her to spin around. It would take a magical fairytale ending for her to fly again. The crone chuckled as she trudged out of the garden we shared. She would never know the love of nature as I do.
The Bag Lady 
Loved this Cheryl………. perhaps when the old bat’s back was turned a white witch revived the dragon fly.
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That would be good😁
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yay!!
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Beautiful Cheryl! ❤
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Thank you C
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