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Pymascia, a young witch in search of a certain charm, looked down from her broom at the forest of garven trees. “Magenta root,” she muttered. Swerving left, she dove to darkness under the pale yellow garven canopy. Lightly landing, she stepped to the impressive trunk of the nearest garven tree. Wrinkled in swirls of magenta […]

Three sisters went to the moon. Their names were April, May, and June. They found no air or curtains there. ‘We won’t return any time soon,’ said April and May and especially June.