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At the heart of my creations lies a deep-rooted inspiration drawn from the whimsical charm of nature and the enchantment of childhood dreams. Each baby fairy I craft from clay is a tribute to the pure magic found in the world around us. My fascination with fairytale creatures and their playful spirit drives me to bring these tiny beings to life, capturing their essence in every detail. I believe that a little bit of magic can brighten our lives, especially for children and those young at heart. By creating these adorable baby fairies, I aim to evoke joy and spark imagination, inviting everyone to believe in the beauty and wonder of the extraordinary!
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Lirael Petalwhisper
Whispers of Lirael
In Blossomdale where flowers sing,
Lives Lirael, with dreams to bring,
With wings aglow like dawn’s first light,
She dances softly, veiled in night.
Guardian fair of the Moonlit Glade,
Where dreams take flight, and fears do fade,
Her hair cascades like petals rare,
A tender touch of magic's air.
One night beneath the silver dome,
A secret door called her to roam,
Nestled deep in an ancient tree,
A portal to dreams, wild and free.
Curious heart, with gentle grace,
She touched the door, found her place,
Where lanterns drift in an endless sky,
Whispers of dreams would rise and fly.
With every sigh, her gossamer thread,
Guided lost dreams back to their bed,
In every breeze, her essence swirled,
Bringing to life a wondrous world.
So when the night blooms and shadows play,
Remember dear Lirael, who lights the way,
With whispers of dreams and petals soft,
In Blossomdale, where hopes take off.
Designed by Laura Jane Llewelyn-Evans in Swansea
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