Through the misty forest, Creeping trees stand tall and tight, Ends a trail touched by blight, Starts a gate where bones are tied, In the depths far from life, A hare dared to face the secrets of the night, So blossoms can thrive. This year I’ve decided to write a rhyming verse for all the prompts and illustrate a fold out card to go with it. @folktaleweek kindly hosted by @debrastyer @jennifermpotter @kalyquarles @louve.draws @matejalukezic And @ rachalelschafermakes #folktal...
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