The Garden
She walked slowly through her garden. The pale light of the eternal twilight was her familiar companion. She knew how to find her way over the roots, stones and small streams, even when they were deep in the shadows of the curving branches. Again and again she looked up at the crowns, where the yellowish glowing sickles slowly took shape. It was almost harvest time.
She stopped for a moment, her head tucked back and deep in her thoughts. The night fairies danced back and forth between the trees. Their small bodies enveloped in greenish light. They tried to get a bite out of the slices before they were big and round. Filled with thoughts and experiences of the night. A sad smile appeared on her face. It was the course of nature, but still she missed every single moon when it left her.
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