...and now for your lighthearted amusement,
I invite you to have a rest.
Feel a smitch of the wanderlust,
and let's play pretend.
Escape to the place in your head where things are far more interesting.
Where the great ancient animals and flying beasts reside.
That floaty spot somewhere between fantasy and reality
in the sheltered company of a friend who knows your innermost secrets through the dustiest corners of your addled soul.
A sanctuary where the summer dangles beneath a lattice-white, clouded sky.
where you can safely take flight upon the wings of change.
and flyaway, faraway North, to a wintery kingdom,
to nestle within the safe harbor of a frostbound obsidian.
and should your dragon give you flame or smoke along the way,
catch him swiftly behind a spirit glass,
like a trapped foxglove fairy.
Tell the creature to speak his secrets, and you'll return him from whence he came.
For dragons are easily-affected creatures,
and perfectly suited for fancy daydreams.
Fairy tales are more than true.
Not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated.
~Neil Gaiman
What is your dragon, and why haven't you conquered it?
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