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"She dreamed soft breezes that wafted in birch pollen and trees that began to sprout. She dreamed the spring when there were first wind-flowers and primroses. She dreamed the huge dark eyes of deer and hare. She dreamed the fresh, bright red-gold of fire. She dreamed the sweet crunch of hazelnuts and the honouring of the trees that offered such treasure." from Les Rêves de la Belle au Bois Dormant, Charles Perrault #Bookstodon #Fairytales