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It exists in the grass that sways like the sea, makes the leaves fly high in the sky and caresses gently people’s skin, giving them a bit of freshness. This is the air that passes under their wings, and travel in the sky towards the immense flowery spaces. Poem (C): Me “The Visit at Moonlight” (C): E.T Parris “Ariel ( The Tempest)” (C): Henry Fuseli “Fairies - Sylph Fairy of …