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acupofmushrooms · 4 years
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The tired trees may hold some secrets, but most of them hold creatures of young. 
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Old homes. Broken and tired. But alas, they have stories to tell, ghosts to hold, and mice to feed. They may be old, but they are wise.
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acupofmushrooms · 4 years
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As you stroll down the hidden path, a cemetery appears to your left. There you will find several singing ghosts and ghouls.
P.S- Happy Spooky season everyone, or as I like to call it- Soup Season.    
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Falling Over your face lands in a pile of dirt, as you lift your head- you see bears. You quickly cover your mouth in worry that you’ll say something. But these bears don’t look harmful, they look like they’re playing. Playing? No. These bears are dancing.  
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Dancing Bears by William Holbrook Beard
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I can see how the gentle sunflower reminds you of the magical days of being young
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As the fog rolls into the quite village of Baieamles, you can hear the windows slamming shut, doors being pulled to a closed, children being pulled inside their houses. Why? The Golems. Every time the fog covers the town, they wander the streets. Looking. Looking for something- or someone. No one knows why they take humans durring the fog- but no one wants to find out.  
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please picture me in the trees
i hit my peak at seven
feet in the swing over the creek
i was too scared to jump in
but i, i was high in the sky
— taylor swift, seven.
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(The Knight of the Flowers), 1894, by Georges Rochegrosse.
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As you stumble into town one night, rain slowly starts to drip, and out of the corner of your eye you see a flash. A flash of pumpkin-y orange, and as you turn your head you see a lone stand. What could it be selling? 
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Hidden deep in the Pinewood forest nestles a lonely cottage. It often smells of dark roast coffee and sweet peach cobbler. 
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Walking along the side of the Neverwent Forest, I found this quaint fairy house. It looks as the owner left to do some shopping at the local shop as they have all the ingredients for bread besides eggs. 
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Flowers are like friends; They bring color to your world.” – Unknown
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By this small lake you can hear the gentle sounds of the fairies playing woodlandic flutes. They can easily put you to sleep.
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Hidden in the lost forest of Oakenbrook, thee ruins of the late king reside with a moat that is now used as a lake for professing one’s love.  
Photo by Davide Oricchio ©
https://www.davideor.com/portfolio
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acupofmushrooms · 4 years
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Among plants, herbs, flowers, and vegetation is a place I would like to be. 
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Centaurs, elves, ogres, gnomes and other such animals roam the world here. They will often befriend you, please do not get scared. 
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