Wonderfull blogpost to an interesting prompt. I love Pusteblumen!
When I was a child I was told that the seed of a thistle was a fairy, and if I captured it without harming it while it floated by, I could make a wish upon it.
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For the wish to come true I had to let the Thistle Fairy go, blowing it gently back into the wind, and if it flew away then my wish would be granted…
… But if it fell onto the ground, my wish would be dropped by the fairy and get absorbed by the earth as fertiliser. It wouldn’t come true for me, but it would perhaps make the wish of a seed come true, nourishing its growth.
… If it was blown far from me, too far for the eye to see, then the Thistle Fairy was taking it to Wish Granting Headquarters. However, this was quite a perilous and strenuous journey…
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