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Karen Lynch's avatar

I have been seldom so moved as I was reading this. How I hope you are right! That hope makes me willing to bear more sorrow and wait.

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Mcferic's avatar

I have a fond memory of walking over the Tor one night some 20 years ago, back to my campground after an evening of pints. A cat had literally shown us around, from pub to pub. He was known by the locals, and if the cat dragged you in, you could stay late. In any event, I remember the thick fog and what seemed like faces emerging from the mist. And a lady singing, or was it humming?, I’m not sure. But it was a haunting melody. A haunted night. And I loved every minute of it ~ waiting for someone or something to emerge from the woods along my path. Some dark sorcerer perhaps. Needless to say, I made it home to my tent where I slept that night under an apple tree. The place is full of old magic — no question.

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