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The Clearing

Stepping into the clearing

I could see a small cottage

Abandoned air assailed my senses

The stillness echoed with past activity

To the left stood a stone circle

A lantern glowing in the centre

There were no footsteps in the dry earth

The surrounding tress too still

The back of my neck tingled a warning

Dare I go closer, enter the circle?

My enquiring mind pushed me on

Kneeling by the lantern there lay a note

It read, the light will lead you back…

©AnitaDawes