I've been up in the Blue Ridge mountains for a long weekend, savoring the fresh air and feeding deer out of my hand like Snow White. I named one Snuffles, and she got so close to me her eyelashes brushed my cheek. I'm fairly certain that's an old-world omen that I'm going to lead a magical life from now on. It's like a hippogriff bowing to you, it means you're respected amongst the forest creatures.
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