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The leprechaun sat by the tree in complete dismay, chained and cursed by his people.

In their coming of age, leprechauns prove their worth to their kind by transforming stone into gold through mere touch. Each one is capable of doing it,  but the degree of purity varies. Those with purer feelings make the purest of gold.

“I felt your touch, but your feelings are too strong and pure for gold.” A female’s voice echoed.  

The leprechaun bowed as Mother Earth spoke. “You make the purest of diamonds, dear friend. Never let the foolish and fickle crowd tame your uniqueness.”

 

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