I ride the liminal spaces,
the places in-between.
Where water meets land.
Where the forest stops,
and the sleepy village begins.
In the twilight before sunset.
Floating between life and death.
The hedges and edges.
I dwell in the dream-world
where all the magic happens,
keeping secrets i hear before awakening...
quiet whispers in my ears.
You may have seen my from the corner of your eye,
or did you?
Like the fog, drifting in from the sea.
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