The Fairies have led you astray….

Oh no! The fairies have been rearranging the signposts again…
They’ve led you into a part of the Grove that doesn’t exist (at least not on our map).
They’re giggling in the brambles, but one’s just slipped you an acorn and a scrap of paper they found in the pocket of the poet, E.E.Cummings:
“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

Tuck your gifts away and follow the trail of moths back home…

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