I know this because I saw the magical place where they exist. It’s called Glacier National Park.

We sat in a meadow of wildflowers which sprawled as far as our eyes could see as these mystical creatures grazed around us.


We traced the path of natural glacier water to a pristine lake below, its color bluer than the bluest sky, with mighty glaciers standing tall in the distance.

We dipped our fingers in a fresh glacial pool, and had the crisp waters awaken our senses.

It was nothing less than magical.

*Said unicorns might other wise be known as mountain goats.
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August 14, 2009 at 11:14 pm |
Do you think unicorns eat azaleas? I like to imagine that they do.