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ImaginationI…spy…something glimmering in the distance. Dangling upon the
greenest blade of grass in my backyard.
What could it be? My six-year old self
ponders.
A diamond pierced into the Earth’s ear?
A fairy dancing on a soft, verdant proscenium stage?
I hope that the glimmer is the latter—a magical being. I would much rather see a fairy since everyone has at some time seen a diamond; but no one has ever seen a
fairy, I reason.
But I do not walk over for a close-up view. I decide that I would rather just
imagine what that glimmer might be.
After about five minutes of gazing, my curiosity gets the best of me. I skip to the glimmer in questionand carefully observe it.
Alas, I discover that it is not a fairy, nor is it even a diamond. It is a drop of morning dew taking a rest on the blade of grass
But the magic is not gone.
Instead of mourning the loss of the fairy, I sit down and admire the beauty of the dewdrop. I conclude that this dewdrop was given to me by Mother Earth herself. And that this dew drop is no ordinary dewdrop; it is a crystal ball which lets me see what no one else can.
It lets me see my own world
of imagination
a revelation essay by Tomiko, a former student