By: Linda M Crate i walk past a magical grove where faeries play they don’t seem to mind me although they hide in the trees or ivy on the ground when i walk past i can feel their presence as…

By: Linda M Crate i sat in the dandelions dreaming, and i began to see them: the crows; i read somewhere once that crows follow those who attract the fae, and i wonder if you weren’t sighing and flying and…