6th March 1671

An Orange  mooned morning found me at the edge of a forest, it was there I met a small girl dressed in victorian clothes with the severed ears of a white rabbit pearched upon her head, she was feasting on the charred carcas of an emormous caterpiller and quoting poetry, 'curiouser and bloody curiouser' I thought as I past on by.

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