In front of her the marsh stretched out as far as the eye could see…but the fog slithered above the water like a white snake. Lost, scared to death, the cold running down her spine, she cries her tears out. She feels lonely, but she is not alone out there. A raven follows her footsteps… where could home be? Is there a way out of this darkness? Should she be more careful about sounds echoing around?
By Jamie Isabeau Anderson, Denmark
Folk tales (rejuvenated lore and legends/myths)
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