nature
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The Hawthorn Tree Series The cottage crouched in the shadow of a gnarled forest, its walls sagging like a hag’s flesh, patched with moss and rot. Inside, the air was a sour stew of damp earth, burnt herbs, and something acrid that clawed at the throat. A cauldron squatted over a fire that spat green Read more
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O, Lough Neagh, mirror of the faëry land, Thy waters gleam, a silvered dream untold, Where shadows dance and elfin spirits stand, In realms of magic, mystic and old. Thy bosom smooth, a sheet of polished glass, Reflects the heavens, clouds of pearl and gray; Or when the sun, a golden orb, doth pass, Thy Read more
Dany Slone 