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My mom had a beautiful book that looked home typed, like on a typewriter and bound together by an individual rather than in a production line. I'm not sure where it came from, but to this day I believe there is still magic in its pages. The story was about a little girl called Sylvia who would go on adventures with fairies in her sleep. Every morning, she would wake up to find a painting from the fairies to remind her of her adventures and to reassure her that they were real. For a while, my mom used to paint a picture for me every night, so I believed in fairies too. ❤️