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‘It seems so silly now but I remember it vividly. I was eating cocoa puffs watching Saturday cartoons and saw a girl, she was shiny and white, almost like a pearl, in my room and she had flowers. She walked to the wall, knocked four times and this is the really silly part, walked into the wall. She didn’t talk, but I knew her name was Goldenrod and that she lived in the field next to our house, located in the pine-barrens. I wasn’t afraid, and the room smelled good. I dreamt about her three times after that day, never saw her again. But would often see gold lights in the field. She didn’t have wings, she wasn’t tiny. I knew she was old, even though she looked my age, I don’t know how. She wasn’t a ghost, a dream or anything like that. I remember getting in trouble for leaving a cup of honey outside on the porch ‘for Goldenrod’ .’ ‘I didn’t hear sound. Even the television was muffled.’ ‘I wasn’t afraid, atmosphere didn’t change, ghosts don’t exist, aliens and angels don’t exist, in my head I knew it was a fairy even though she was regular size. And I ate gallons of honey after, and would always have an urge to leave out honey.’ ‘[Fairies are] manifestations of nature.’