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While reading folklore in the ivy brush, i fell asleep. I had dreams of
all the beasts that lived in that forest. But they kept themselves hidden. the fauns, inui, wilis, will-o-the-wisps,
and follets. Marids, satyrs, and even the tiny banshees howling with a sound most fearsome.
I woke up wishing that I lived close to these magical mountain forests.
Will and I just got home from a long trip. Winding rodes up and up
and forests as deep as the red sea. He told me of the seven-year locusts
that were crying out to each other and leaving their old husks behind them.
I felt sad that I should not see them again for seven more years.
The wind and trees have been telling us that autumn is
on her way. I long for pear cider, chapped red lips, mittens,
and woven cotton cardigans with apple shaped buttons.
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