Most people don’t believe in unicorns.
Some will simply never encounter a unicorn throughout their years on this earth, but most people will indeed come across one of these whimsical creatures and mistake her for a common plough horse. They will set her to work expecting docile servitude and fail utterly to tap into her strange, delicate gift. The unicorn is no beast of burden. She moves to the beat of the Wild and soon her capricious nature will draw her away.
The people who do recognise they’ve found a unicorn are the sweet, gentle souls that are a minority in this world. They see her for what she truly is and tentatively handle her to draw out her numinous talents. Their souls are nourished by her; that’s why she chose to enter their lives, to bestow her gift on the downcast deserving few.
Inevitably the unicorn will yearn to…
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