Gold dust 

There are stories we tell. Of fairies and nymphs. Some tell of fantasy others myth. Man in all his reality. Hangs to each tale for escape. Dreaming of pixie dust. Hoping it changes the rust of age. Little girls that play pretend. Making garlands for crowns. Hoping gold dust pours down. Changing their skin to nymphs. Creatures of revelry. Tiaras of butterfly wings

 How we dream! 

Gold dust filters and snapchat fairy dreams. 

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