The Fair Folk are fond of mischief and misfits. Why else take a human child and switch it with one of their own? It may be a gift to live in a land you might otherwise have never known. But there is sadness too, in knowing you will never be quite part of the world of your blood.
to always fit, I forget
which is my true form.
Song Choice: Arcadia by Faun
This poem is linked to the Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads