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‘One lovely warm afternoon and [I] had just rolled down my van driver’s side window to get the mail. Leaving the window open, I continued to drive up the driveway. I looked out into the woods, and there was a small copper-colored brownish faerie, all one color, hovering just outside of my open window. I stopped the van and stared until it flew away. It was small, maybe about an inch. Sort of person-shaped, smooth, with wings. I don’t recall an actual face, but I recall a sense of regard as we looked at each other.’ ‘We just looked at each other.’ ‘The creature looked like a faerie to me. I felt I was being acknowledged by the local community.’ ‘I live out in the country in central North Carolina. This area is rich with trees [and] creeks. I feel that I am the steward of this part of this land. I felt as if they were acknowledging me.’