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‘I was joking [! hiking?] through some woods when I saw movement about twenty yards from the trail I was following. I left the trail to get a better look, and came upon a slender, too pale being washing her wings in the river. Everything smelled of cinnamon, which struck me as odd because her wings were lemon yellow to my eyes. I watched for a moment and then left. I went back to the spot a couple times and could still smell the cinnamon but never saw her again. I’m not certain she was Fae, but I don’t know what else to call her. She was very tall.’ ‘I thought it might have been an angel at first.’ ‘Ghosts don’t smell and angels don’t need to bathe. They are less solid, anyway. And no alien could possibly want anything to do with human beings, as messed up as we are…’ ‘[Fairies are] parallel universe beings.’