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Polar Lights- 438

180.00
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Polar Lights- 438

180.00

This little piece measures 12”x12” and looks great hanging next to its buddy. In fact they were painted to hang together. But they are not so codependent they couldn’t be separated. Today only you can buy both of these for the price of two.

PART TWO..I've never been one to believe in magic or luck. But as the ground rushed toward me, I saw something swirling down to me from the polar lights. I reached my finger out like Adam on the Sistine Chapel and touched the spark that hurled itself toward my mortal coil. Then everything just stopped. The splintered wood hung about me in the air like confetti refusing to fall, the shouts of the men below me fell silent, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed they were still and frozen like so many scarecrows in the field with eyes wide and mouths gaping. But there on the tip of my finger, she sat, a woodland sprite. She smiled and laughed with mischief in her stare. She whispered something, then with a flit and a jump she was off and somehow instantly back with a dozen or so other fairies with gossamer wings and sparkling like gold. Back and forth they ran from me to the place where the tree had gone asunder and then to the Polar Lights far above me and all around me at the same time. They poked me and danced upon the buttons of my coat. One of them pulled at my beard, and another found it funny to stick her little finger in my eye. I blinked hard to get her to stop. When I opened my eyes, lungs full of air, I found myself again perched at the top of the tree. Saw in hand and sawdust falling like snow to the ground. Albert shouted some vulgarity at me from below, but I turned my face heavenward and watched the Aurora pass on into the distance.

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This little piece measures 12”x12” and looks great hanging next to its buddy. In fact they were painted to hang together. But they are not so codependent they couldn’t be separated. Today only you can buy both of these for the price of two.

PART TWO..I've never been one to believe in magic or luck. But as the ground rushed toward me, I saw something swirling down to me from the polar lights. I reached my finger out like Adam on the Sistine Chapel and touched the spark that hurled itself toward my mortal coil. Then everything just stopped. The splintered wood hung about me in the air like confetti refusing to fall, the shouts of the men below me fell silent, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed they were still and frozen like so many scarecrows in the field with eyes wide and mouths gaping. But there on the tip of my finger, she sat, a woodland sprite. She smiled and laughed with mischief in her stare. She whispered something, then with a flit and a jump she was off and somehow instantly back with a dozen or so other fairies with gossamer wings and sparkling like gold. Back and forth they ran from me to the place where the tree had gone asunder and then to the Polar Lights far above me and all around me at the same time. They poked me and danced upon the buttons of my coat. One of them pulled at my beard, and another found it funny to stick her little finger in my eye. I blinked hard to get her to stop. When I opened my eyes, lungs full of air, I found myself again perched at the top of the tree. Saw in hand and sawdust falling like snow to the ground. Albert shouted some vulgarity at me from below, but I turned my face heavenward and watched the Aurora pass on into the distance.