Dear Forest Hearts
The first story I ever told was Thomas the Rhymer. In it he falls asleep under a hawthorn and awakes to see the Elf Queen and is taken to fairyland where he remains for many years of mortal time and comes back a seer and poet. It is May Time and Queen of the May is Hawthorn, bough laden with blossom. Its’ buds look like little snowball…
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