During my travels as a writer and as a follower of mythical marvels, a dreamer who shapes words, and a believer in making dreams come true, I have met unicorns.

I met them long ago, when I was a girl... a girl that animals followed through the streets and who talked to the ethers, sending out her thoughts in happy, floating imaginings… who deliberately touched trees as she passed them and climbed rocky, red soiled and sun-struck hills, barefoot.

There was so much to understand and learn about places unseen - hidden places - places where beauty unravelled as naturally as a mountain stream and where waterfalls of galloping horses would masquerade as drops of water, vibrating with essences invisible to the mortal eye. Trees with grand canopies hid the music-halls of fairies and, in the tumbling sun-slants of thick forest undergrowth, there walked elves and their consorts - stately beings with watchful eyes.

I knew something then. I knew that if I closed my eyes and drifted with morning mists or walked barefoot in streams or on dew - all the time with my eyes shut tight - then suddenly, when the moment chose, the whole world would entangle in a web of perfect silence and, in that moment it would happen. A brush upon my brow or on my bare-skinned arm and the sigh of a gentle breath… the softest most intangible fleeting gossamer touch would send tingles up my spine. And I knew, I knew for certain, that I had felt the unicorn's kiss.

'What is that?’ you ask, almost believing me. Well, I will tell you this: A unicorn's kiss is the brush of their forelock or mane upon those lucky humans still unsullied by the mortal world - a child of pure heart. Yet in the second that you open your eyes to catch a glimpse, there may be one thing only, which, captive in your mortal shell, you may or may not hear - the swish of a step as they leave… Deby

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