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She knows not what the curse may be,      And so she weaveth steadily,      And little other care hath  The Lady of Shalott.

Slowly she began A new life In the forest Beside the lake she knew In the search of the man of her dreams

A storm brewing, but the castle was within reach....

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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. ~William Shakespeare

THE WOODS WITCH Root to sap to wood to bark, Rustling leaves eating light, Giving dark - In the shade of the whispering tree, I give healing unto thee

"I'm the princess," she tells me, turning a page in her big book. She frowns as she says it, her smooth brow scrunching together. "You don't look happy about it," I say. I always wanted to be a princess. Why would it make her sad? She looks up now. She's crying. "Because I'm getting too old," she says, tears trickling down her cheeks, "Soon the queen won't love me anymore."

"I'm the princess," she tells me, turning a page in her big book. She frowns as she says it, her smooth brow scrunching together. "You don't look happy about it," I say. I always wanted to be a princess. Why would it make her sad? She looks up now. She's crying. "Because I'm getting too old," she says, tears trickling down her cheeks, "Soon the queen won't love me anymore."

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