Yesterday afternoon I seemed to stray into a landscape tailored to the needs of witches: It was a tangle of branches, glittering bogs and silver cobwebs, full of mushrooms and toadstools of vivid colour and inventive shape; in it I came across lizards, frogs, toads, spiders, insects of all sorts, lots of little tiny fish and the biggest owl I've ever seen. It was all, all of it together, rather surreal. The owl in particular appeared to have been waiting for me, and once it had observed me and noted that yes, indeed, I had made it safely through the wood, it revolved its head in that way owls do, flopped lazily off its branch and soared away between the trees. Formerly this was a wood I'd always found faintly sinister, but yesterday it felt uncommonly friendly. It was all very lovely.
If I were a witch I would have marked it down on account of the fact that there weren't any bats fluttering about their business, but I'm not a witch and I suppose I can't have everything, can I?
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