I tend to find keys. Or they find me. Yesterday a small gold one appeared on the bathroom floor of Fajitas and ‘Ritas in downtown Boston.  I think it opened the lock on the toilet paper hold. No matter, I left it untouched. This Tinkerbell one, however, was irresistible to me when I discovered it on the bike path near Spy Pond. She now sits on my writing desk working her sassy fairy magic, unlocking creative possibilities.IMG_0246

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