"...we went through the hermitage and stopped so Jennie could tell the story of Nanny Grey for those who hadn't heard it before. And there, in the forest, the stories are real. There, with the trees singing their quiet songs and the sunlight fighting with the shadow, the legends have life and breath and the footsteps of the wood cutter, the blue lady, and Nanny Grey can be heard faintly, if you only listen..."
I miss it so much.
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