Recently my walks have been of a rather depressing nature- yesterday through Whitechapel (Home of Jack the Ripper), Bethnal Green and Mile End. There are lots of black riders in Whitechapel, mostly gangs of boys who either think they're tough, or gorgeous or both. Urgh! Give me the Shire anyday!
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
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