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In oak-heath forest you might be one wonderful spring day. Go search for heath beneath a tree. Perhaps small faeries you will see and other wee folk there at play in early dawn’s first ray. One time while I was walking there one fair May day, I saw a sight so beautiful and rare: Wee folk had gathered unaware that I was watching with such awe I must have dropped my jaw! A babe they baptized underneath (now are you listening?) dew's water dripping from white heath which formed on the babe’s head a wreath. I’d happened on his christening! Dewdrops were glistening. June 22, 2022
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