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The Stolen Child

By W. B. Yeats. Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters Continue Reading

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On The Path: move 1

By Megan Kelly. Figures mill along the parade grounds, hundreds of feet stamping the frozen dew into mud. Even here, where you stand among the middle of them, the brisk wind cuts through, carrying the scent of pines and the dusky damp of a morning forest just beyond the walls Continue Reading

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The Golden Flash

By Loreal Barker-Brown The day was golden. There were honey cakes, and mead, and apricots and golden beets, and fresh baked loaves, and golden butter, buttercups and everything was golden. There were plates of gold and knives of gold and cloths of gold. The tiny snakes threading around the goblets Continue Reading

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