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And I would jump into this other world without a moment's hesitation.
An Irish tale says a girl kicked a pregnant frog with the words: may you never be delivered until I'm midwife to you.
The frog was a fairy living in the lake and the girl became the fairy's midwife. Her reward was a red cloak. She put the cloak on a tree, the tree caught fire.
'Out with you upon the wild waves, children of the king!
Henceforth your cries shall be with the flocks of birds.'
-Joseph Jacobs, The Fate of the Children of Lir.
🎨P.J. Lynch
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'Only name the day, and we'll fly away.'
-Dorothy Parker
🎨Maggie Vandewalle
'Have the birds come back, my darling.
The birds from over the sea?'
-Alice Cary
🎨Natasha Newton
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'High over ocean hangs my home
And when the moon is clear
I stare and stare till fairy foam
Is music in my ear'
-Robert W. Service
🎨Amelia Jane Murray
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According to a Flemish folktale a woman who was thought to be a witch only left her house during the winter months. It's said she gave her neighbours a fright by gifting them enchanted apples that would dance during the night.
🎨Alla Tsank
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