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She stands silently by an old oak tree, and watches the group. She fingers the amulet bracer around her neck, sighs and leans back against the trunk of the tree, patting it softly and puts both of her gloved hands on her staff, and waits........
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May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.
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