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Hazel

I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head... ~ William Butler Yeats "You can call me Hazel", she said as a cold winter breeze drifted through her catkin hair, making the golden tassels ripple and dance. The movement stirred up infinitesimal motes that took flight, getting caught up in... Continue Reading →

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