Life and Death, Grief and Mourning
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        The Poison Garden FaeWhat kind of Faerie would live in this garden, where the air itself was dangerous? I imagined her wild and spare, nearly naked, her skin tart and green like a very young apple, bitterness and beauty. She would blend in with foliage and shadows, slipping between the hellebore and fawn lilies.
 
              
            