Walking through the woods with my folks, I spot an old witch offering tea from the oaks. I tug dad's sleeve but he can't see her, my parents just laugh and it echos near fir. The witch beckons but onward we walk, and I begin to cry as my 'rents just talk. Though I never met the witch in person, I'm already missing her, and my tears just worsen. That is the dream I had one day, it stuck with me in powerful way.

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