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fluttering serenely along, when suddenly I encountered a very old forest. The ancient oak to my left whispered softly in me ear....the fairies want to go home with you. I realized I had stumbled into the Celtic Forest, a most favored spot of mine. I knew the adoption agency was open so I wandered in and brought these special friends home to live within my pages.
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to flutter home, Abhartach, the ancient Elven Wizard asked that he and a few of his apprentices be allowed to join us. Naturally, I told him he could!
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