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Capturing Fairy Flowers


I don't care if they are just sinister little dandelion weeds that my garden loathes, I've been calling them fairy flowers since I was five-years-old. There's something magical about the way we've all come to make wishes on them...
Today's the first day of summer (Summer Solstice)! Have a great weekend, everyone!
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Dilan Dilir said…
soo pretty :)
11:36 AM
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