“No phones here, sweetheart. You’re beyond such things now.”
“Come, come, let me brush your hair. We’ll pull all those nasty, painful thoughts right out of your head.”
The witch lives in a sod roofed cottage in the woods, not far from the border where Minnesota becomes fairyland. She has an enchanted hairbrush and a beautiful garden. She longs for a child, but her fairy lifespan dooms her to outlive any human child she can find and claim for her own. Her quilt is made from the lives of all the children she’s ever had, and so is her garden.
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