All that remains of whatever must have come before are a smattering of stone foundations, well overgrown and worn away, clustering in a cleared field. The thicket of woodland encroaches year by year, but for now the clearing remains choked with herbs of all sorts. Once cultivated and grown in neat clusters they now spread wild, and many otherwise rare plants grow in abundance.
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When the pixies meet, they'll have a tea party
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Coming back around again
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Dessert is Best Planned