They are very special creatures, I can never think of them as just women made of flesh and blood. No, they are entirely different. Sometimes somebody leaves the fairytale, but someone stays. Sometimes a new fairytale is born.

They travel Europe and America, and usually they are self-dependent and strong. They are impossible for me to understand, but nevertheless my understanding grows over time. The world around can be as inept, distorted and lifeless as ever, but we live for real only when we are in the Fairytale.

When we turn to each other with our best and brightest facets, when we are ready to give and to accept a lot, when miracles and gifts don't end up rejected - then, for want of a better metaphor, we bring joy to the Creator, and his joy illuminates our beings.

At certain times things happen, they do or say something that seems to ruin, to take away from me my Fairytale. But then I understand that it lives so deep inside and is protected with so many covers of friendly universe - that nobody can destroy it.

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