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“I’d like to speak with the flower fairies,” I whisper. He coughs and glares at me. One fluffy fire eyebrow flicks upward. He stands on his toes and studies my face. “Only trouble finds you when you find fairies,” he whispers grimly.“I can handle it.”
— From “What do I bring to the village?” — Essay 113, p. 221.
Original artwork by Cha Wilde
Acrylic paint on canvas board
11”x14”
“I’d like to speak with the flower fairies,” I whisper. He coughs and glares at me. One fluffy fire eyebrow flicks upward. He stands on his toes and studies my face. “Only trouble finds you when you find fairies,” he whispers grimly.“I can handle it.”
— From “What do I bring to the village?” — Essay 113, p. 221.
Original artwork by Cha Wilde
Acrylic paint on canvas board
11”x14”