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A quarter of a century ago, Tracy quietly hatched in a nest of sea oats amid sand dunes. Naturally she headed away from the lights, since that was instinctive to her species, and ended up adrift on the Gulf of Mexico until she floated ashore in the magical land of Clearwater. Herring gulls wisked her away and substituted her for a homo sapiens infant lying on a blanket on the shore. A family of humans failed to notice the change and raised her as one of their own. The clumsiness of her herring gull transport caused her to be splashed about by the ocean waves, and saltwater on her wings led to atrophy and grounded her for many years. But her inner nature defeated any attempt to indoctrinate her into the real world and turned her toward the myths and legends of her Celtic heritage and her mystical inheritance. Tracy was never able to accept and understand the human preoccupation with materialism and with warfare. On the other hand, she quickly noted an innate connection with fireflies and herbivorous bats that fluttered through the night, and she was drawn to people who approach life as a game and to nature as the mother that must be protected. And where ever she went, she was able to recognize those who had been gifted with the inner light of imagination and those who held a distant memory of the mystical world. Through the magic of her lens, she could restore them to that world. That is her quest, and where ever she wanders, she finds the mystical fair folk and brings them to life once again.