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There used to be a tree in the backyard. It fell two summers ago, struck by lightning. We chopped it up, used it for firewood in the winter.

That stump, I used it to have tea parties with the fairies that lived in the honeysuckle. Little acorns for cups, leaves for plates, while they wove flowers into a crown for me. Said I was a princess, and they loved me. I wished so bad I could fly like they did. Wished a bite of leaf would fill me up, so I wouldn't be hungry anymore. Wished I could live with them, and smell honeysuckle all day long.

They said I could, if I listened close, and did as I was told.

So I went down to the creek, all dressed and laid down.

Now I can fly, and I'm not hungry anymore, and there's honeysuckle curled around my headstone, and it smells so sweet.