I met the witch
Chantrelle, who
lived in a tree and
who could interpret
the whispers of the
wood. I trembled
when she spoke, and
as she took my hand
to show me
her garden, I understood
at once what pilgrims
meant when they said
not to travel in these parts,
for I could see what she saw
in her magic seeing basin,
and then love was felt by all.
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