When I was little I was told that faeries lived in trees in cemeteries; recently I got to thinking about it and asked my sister if she remembered who told us that. She says she doesn’t remember anything about that. I asked my mom and she said she hasn’t ever even thought of that. But the thing is, I have a vivid memory of standing in the shadow of a tree and holding hands with someone when they told me about it. I remember the breeze and the sunlight through the leaves.