Thank you kindly, oh thunderous one.
Fill in the blanks of my ex-signature:
Oh _ _ _ _ _ swallop! _ _ _ _ _ swallop and bloody buttered _ _ _ _ _ _!
It is still around somewhere, so it doesn't have to be from memory!
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
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